Noah watched Lloyd running with something of a gait, his overall mannerism's were worrying the younger shifter just a little bit. He ignored it for the moment, shifting his head up a little bit as they came further through the forests and eventually came closer to the house, which he gazed upon with equal measures of fond memories and cold distain. "Damned if I know. Old bastard barely even speaks to me nowadays; Takes all the caring his disgusting old body to actually tell people I'm related". After a moment or two, the boy stepped forwards, his arm reaching out to gently turn the golden-colored doorknob, and after having done so he stepped through into the house.<br/><br/>Inside the house was an entirely different story, a thin layer of dust covered almost everything, except a large earthen brown desk of some sort in one corner of the living room. Shifting his head to nod at said large corner desk, Noah simply whispered a low, slightly threatening "Don't open that. I'll be back in a minute.." as he ascended the stairs. Having done so, he turned his head slightly to slowly look around, having hardly visited the house this year at all; The only times he had were to change his clothes and wash himself in the downstairs bathroom, and being that his own bedroom was with it on the first floor he had no real reason to go upstairs. It was dark up there, and from the smell he wouldn't have been surprised if some sort of lecherous street dwellers had invited themselves in.<br/><br/>Moving slowly amongst the darkness for fear of falling over something even his honed eyes could barely see, Noah closed his eyes partway, using what power he had there to track his path further in. It was a little bit spooky, but franky he wasn't childish enough to care; And even if he was, the timing wouldn't have been perfect. He turned and pushed open a door, a large wooden one with semi-ornate carvings on both sides, and as he did so a waft of an intense smell hit him. "Tch.." was all he growled in response as he stepped through the mental barrier that had always stopped him from entering this room.<br/><br/>He almost teared up as he turned to spot something upon a wall; A small photograph of a young couple not much older than Lloyd was now, the male of which looked to be a bit taller and a little more rugged than even Lloyd did at his best, and the female had a glint in her pretty eyes and glossy hair that looked rather familiar. He turned and stood with statue-like firmness, teary eyes staring into a portrait of what his life really should have been like. "Hello, Mother.." he whispered to himself, before breaking himself off from his pain and turning, walking a few feet to open the door of a slightly dusty dresser, and taking out a large, plain white button-up shirt, a pair of pinstriped black trousers, some spiffy black shoes and a jacket that fit with the rest. Just in case, he pulled out a pair of suspenders and, making sure it was all clean, closed the closet behind. He wrapped it all up just like a mother would for her husbands clothes, which spooked him out a little bit and, after ensuring it was as neat as could be, he turned himself to walk back down the stairs, closing the door after him as he went. He descended the stairs and handed the clothes to Lloyd, commenting "Those will fit. Don't go upstairs, I'll wait outside.." he spoke in a low, emotionless tone without any hint of sarcasm, life or joy as was typical for him. Something had changed, or snapped inside him somewhere, probably something Lloyd had said. He stepped outside and closed the door, eyes glaaring up towards the school; He could already smell another of them..