Lily blinked at him fora moment from his covert crouched position behind some plants before she straightens up. “You don’t get really puffy like dad does? That’s good! It’s scary.” She said matter of factly, circling around to follow after him doing her best unintentional impersonation of a duckling.  Watching his back with open curiosity, only to squeal happily when he held out a green watering can for her. “Yes, please! I love to help! I’m really good too. I used to help Granny with her garden.” She chirped, taking the handles of the can with a look of joy.<br/><br/><br/>It was with a happy sort of determination that she carried the perfect sized watering can to the nearest pot low enough for her to reach. It was great to be carrying one she didn’t have to waddle with to carry. Her tongue poking out to the side as she narrowed her eyes in concentration at the plant. Watching the dirt for the first sign that water would start to stand on the top. Her Granny always did tell her it was just as bad to water too much as it was to water too little. It was in this moment of concentration that Mr. Damon distracted her. She blinking owlishly for a moment as she moved the can upright. Looking at him for a moment before she smiled. The question finally sinking in. “Uh-huh!” She chirped shuffling to the next plant. “I can’t wait to make some new friends! Pre-school was pretty fun but now I get to go to a big kid class.” Before adding. “I really like school. Daddy promised he wouldn’t miss a single play. He even said I can try out for soccer if I wanted.” Excitement clear in her tone talking about it. “Though he still has no com…com.” She stopped, nose wrinkling in distaste as the word got stuck on her tongue as she tried to remember how to say it. “Comet?....Comment! Comment, he has no comment on if I can have a puppy though.” She added a little triumphant she got the word.<br/><br/><br/>She tilted her can to rain water upon a little plant with small buds on it. She being careful to not pour too fast as to not hurt it. “Though I do miss Enden though….” She mutters glancing over at Mr. Damon. “But he said he’d catch up after he deals with stuff. Very important courtly stuff!” She chirped as if proud of the fact of this Enden dealt with a court. “And not that stuff kind with the gavel and all that junk.” She huffed. That was how Enden explained it to her when she had mixed it up with that stuff she saw on TV.<br/><br/><br/>Meanwhile inside the house.<br/><br/>Mason was about five boxes in. His first task had been getting Lily’s stuff in. Cause God help them all if she didn’t have all of her stuff animals on the bed when it was time for bed. He still cringes thinking about that time he forgot that damn bear at his mother’s. He got the most important bits like her bed fixed up, her stuffed animals and even a few of her clothes in the dresser, but her stuff even in boxes was in there. They would have to save for hanging up glow in the dark stars, her lamp, and the few other odds and end for later. Though that didn’t stop him from putting some of his more carefully hidden wards up. The suncatcher he stuck in front of the window, the two neon pink and green flower on both sides of the door frame. It’s amazing what you can hide in or under some little girl decorations. He even hung the dream catcher over the head of the bed. For the fact he knew she would refuse to sleep without it. Though the ones he had to stick under her bed took a lot more effort and was by no means easy to disguise. It was why he had stuck the carved wooden charm under the frame. It would have been easier to just carve it into the frame itself but, you got to do what you have to. Also, he doubted he could get it properly carved in what time he had to get her room warded before she would want to come traipsing in. They were all pretty stander charms and wards. Fending off curses, evil eye, the spectral even a few magic warding charms. If his dad was worth shit at anything, it was his wards and that was something he at least got him taught. Didn’t make up for the time he left him in the woods with just a knife, a mirror, lighter and a wendigo when he was fourteen. Rite of passage his ass. Karen never had to do that bull shit and she was raised a hunter just like he was.<br/><br/><br/>He shook that thought off with a huff as he picked up the box he had left in the hall, carrying it to the door down the hall that was to be his room. He had given her the larger one of the two rooms. It was also the one with the window seat and the view into the backyard. His own? He was happy as long as he could see out and he could stretch out. He didn’t necessarily have a lot to his name. Most hunters never did until they went family. When you constantly bounce from place to place hunting and controlling the supernatural surges or ones that step outside of their ‘place’ you didn’t get to set up roots.<br/><br/><br/>Shit way to grow up. It wasn’t going to be the way how his girl grew up if he got to keep his say. It was why he took this damn assignment anyhow. It was his one shot and he knew it. He could set up camp in this town for years investigating the ‘anomaly’. Though if you asked Mason? He didn’t find it odd for there to be such a concentration of supernaturals in small towns. It would be common sense to find safety in numbers. Hell, that’s why there were cells of hunters. Though these disappearances? Now that he would agree was odd. Concerning even.<br/><br/><br/>How he was going to manage this was a little beyond him at times, he would admit, but he was stubborn. That got him this far in life.<br/><br/><br/>He huffed, pulling out the bottom drawer of the large, wooden dresser. It was really vintage. For a minute he couldn’t help but think of the man he was renting this space from. Looking at him he had to admit he wouldn’t have thought a guy like him would own stuff like this. Though, then again, he also wouldn’t have thought he would be tending to plants. Strong shoulders and possibly even stronger arms. He could believe the handyman part. Arm’s flexing as he-<br/><br/><br/>Mason jerked up from his hunched position as he had been carefully placing boxes of specialized bullets, and arrows in the drawer. Silver tipped, Hollow rounds filled with a number of compounds to eat away at a supernatural’s skin. Each one labelled with what was inside. He nearly dropped the box of ones filled with liquid nightshade when he had caught his wandering thoughts. It taking fumbling fingers longer then he would have liked to place them inside as he felt the heat creep up his neck.<br/><br/><br/>“Fuck…” He groaned rubbing his hand up and down his face. Was he seriously daydreaming about this guy’s arms like some swooning tween wasn’t he? The motion reminding him he really needed to shave tomorrow before he headed off to his ‘job’.<i>Okay Mason, get ahold of yourself.</i>He had to get his act together. All he needed was to creep this guy out. He’s done that plenty in his life. It wasn’t his first time of thinking of another man like that. Hell his teenage years had been particularly confusing in that sense. One minute he’d be thinking about Jenny Walker from English and then He’d be thinking about Mr. Jackson from Science class. Thinking was about as polite as what he could think to put what ran through his head in those years. Though this fucking sure wasn’t the time or place. Let alone, how the fuck would he even go about that sort of shit? Okay, he’s thinking too hard.<br/><br/><br/>He’s hot, and that was it. He didn’t need to think about it more. Let alone he sure it would pass. It was probably just muscle envy? Right envy, that’s all.<br/><br/><br/>He had too much shit to do right now to worry about it anyhow. It was with this he started to load the rest of his load out into the drawer, followed by a few skin mags on top of it, being followed by a few pairs of jeans. If he was lucky if someone went snooping in his drawers most would get halted up by thinking they found his porn stash. Nothing made someone retreat faster than embarrassment and discomfort. Finding the fact Mason had a few skin magazine with both men and women on the front was sure to denture any snoopers. Though he sure as hell is going to need to buy a new lock. He can hide his ammunition easy enough in the room, but his weapons was another story he need someplace that Lily couldn’t reach, the storage closet would work, though he was going to need one hell of an excuse if Damon comes asking about why he put a new lock in his house.