Micky was rather surprised with the way Sam reacted to the news he was a werewolf, though the more he thought of it, the more he realized that society has accepted werewolves. Even if they only show, well very weird version, but Micky could laugh at them.<br/><br/>Micky would rise his hand, then punches Sam in the side after he elbows him. Unfortunately for Sam, Micky tends to forget his own strength, so a light punch for him was more like a full punch to humans. "Alright bud, you got my trust, and I got your back." He smiled, remember the day after the two of them first met, it wasn't exactly what most would call a good step towards becoming friends.<br/><br/>Micky clearly remembered the day Sam and Micky came friends, Sam had come to thank him, or something along those lines, though Micky didn't really want to deal with him, as he was forced to be at school that day, most were avoiding him, yet Sam just came right up to, started to talk. He would tell, the then unknown kid to piss off. Yet Sam just wouldn't let up, he kept trying to talk to him, by that point a small crowd had formed to watch Micky beat the shit out of another dumbass, it wasn't the first time someone from the school had seen him as a good way to get more popular, though that never worked out the way they wanted. Micky would shake his head, his thoughts getting jumbled once more. The point was that the two almost had a fight, yet now here they were.<br/><br/>He would be pulled back into the real world as his phone buzzed a few times. A message from Ash popping up on his screen. "Yo hoe going to be a bit, been a very weird morning dude." Which caused the tall man roll his eyes. "Looks like we are on our own bud, but I'm still going to.." Micky stopped in tracks, before groaning. "Fuck me man, my pot is in my bag, that's in the sheriffs truck, which.. is probably at the police station.. Wanna go break into a police station to get my pot back?" A large, wolf like grin appearing on his face, he was clearly going to do it if Sam came with him or not.<br/><br/>-----------------------<br/><br/>Astrid looked down at her hand as Feign took her hand, she was surprised at how soft her hands were. Her own were actually rather soft as, seeing as she didn't actually do any of her work while looking human.<br/><br/>The large woman would stare at her hand as the smaller one pulled her through her shop and into a greenhouse, only once she let go did Astrid look away from her hand. Noticing the blush of Feigns cheek, she would smile even giggle softly. "Don't worry about it, I wish more cute girls such as your self took my hand." Giving the other woman a wink before looking towards the flowers beside the two of. It was clear that Feign took great pride in her work, and why wouldn't she? All the flowers were bright, healthy, and look great. A master of her work if Astrid had ever seen one, much like she was a master of her own work. Though then again she had a lot of time to work out any problems she had, plus she had many different styles that she had to master, but the two were masters of there own craft.<br/><br/>Leaning down, she would take a small sniff of one of the flowers, it was bright red with a black centre. "I hope you aren't growing the poppy for the opium that they can produce." She would laugh, standing up straight, looking at the woman as she held her hands over her chest. "You know better then my self dear, I am a black smith, a traveler and.." the dragon-kin stopped her, she wasn't sure why, but Feign had a very calming, and trusting aura about her, and she almost told her the one thing no one knew about her. "Anyways why don't you bring the flowers and plants over? I'll pay for any planters or whatever that is needed, just don't go over board. I got to buy more metals." She would smile, a bit more smoke escaping her lips as Astrid had gotten her self worked up by flirting.