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Silas reclined lazily on the throw blanket that someone had so generously laid over the couch, wishing to roll himself into a tight were-burrito as he relaxed. The front door was open despite several annoyed requests to keep it shut so that bugs couldn't get in from the other hunters. He didn't oblige, enjoying how he was in direct line of welcomed evening gusts. They were cool enough to keep him contented in the wrappings of this wool blanket, which frankly might have needed a bit of a wash. It smelled like outdoors.<br/>
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Voices carried inside of the living room. Faint and muttered against the distance, but still distinguishable. Zephyr and Christopher first. Their voices were deeper, clearly as mens tones were. He also picked up Prim, Tatum, Blaze and Enzo. How hurtful. They were having an entire fucking party while he lie here wasting away. Of his own volition, sure. It didn't mean he couldn't still be <i>so offended.</i><br/>
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Primrose had been hanging out with Tatum more. She didn't seem to mind her, but Silas didn't enjoy her '<i>I'm not like other girls</i>' aura. Prim didn't know what he was going on about the one time he'd voiced it to her, but it was clear as day to him. Blaze wasn't someone he interacted with quite as often. He wasn't sure what she was like, but it didn't really matter. Everyone pissed him off either way. Enzo, well, it was funny how he created chaos on rare occasions. Whether he meant to or not, the man didn't know.<br/>
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A moth flitted by his ear, causing a distinct snarl to distort his regular features. Slowly, the man unwrapped himself and peeked out of the house, eyeing the pack members in the distance to see if he could discover just what was causing such a gathering to take place.<br/>
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<div class="bbCodeBlock-content">Silas reclined lazily on the throw blanket that someone had so generously laid over the couch, wishing to roll himself into a tight were-burrito as he relaxed. The front door was open despite several annoyed requests to keep it shut so that bugs couldn't get in from the other hunters. He didn't oblige, enjoying how he was in direct line of welcomed evening gusts. They were cool enough to keep him contented in the wrappings of this wool blanket, which frankly might have needed a bit of a wash. It smelled like outdoors.<br/>
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Voices carried inside of the living room. Faint and muttered against the distance, but still distinguishable. Zephyr and Christopher first. Their voices were deeper, clearly as mens tones were. He also picked up Prim, Tatum, Blaze and Enzo. How hurtful. They were having an entire fucking party while he lie here wasting away. Of his own volition, sure. It didn't mean he couldn't still be <i>so offended.</i><br/>
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Primrose had been hanging out with Tatum more. She didn't seem to mind her, but Silas didn't enjoy her '<i>I'm not like other girls</i>' aura. Prim didn't know what he was going on about the one time he'd voiced it to her, but it was clear as day to him. Blaze wasn't someone he interacted with quite as often. He wasn't sure what she was like, but it didn't really matter. Everyone pissed him off either way. Enzo, well, it was funny how he created chaos on rare occasions. Whether he meant to or not, the man didn't know.<br/>
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A moth flitted by his ear, causing a distinct snarl to distort his regular features. Slowly, the man unwrapped himself and peeked out of the house, eyeing the pack members in the distance to see if he could discover just what was causing such a gathering to take place.</div>
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