Mateo had retaken his spot on the couch . Everyone had conveniently dispersed as Jayce had entered the room. All but him, the "newcomer" and Drake were still in the room and Drake had began to heckle Jayce with little restraint. Maybe he thought it was a good idea, that it would make him more comfortable but Jayce didn't seem to be much of an extrovert. However Mateo didn't see much harm in the bout of harassment other than making Jayce retreat back into the human-cave he calls home. Mateo didn't expect Jayce to choose his words so poorly. Especially around Drake.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">  "Haven't you had a good friend?" Jayce asked. <br/><br/>Drake gave a bitter response "Who wants to hang out with a monster, Jayce? You think any of us ever had friends? If we did, it's god damn rare!" Drake turned and started poking Jayce in the shoulder. He didn't notice that his claw was rather sharp, "Be grateful you can leave this house and make friends with any Human out there! It's not as convenient for us in here!" His anger faded for a moment when he realized Jayce was wincing and holding Drake's wrist. He had poked a little too hard and his index claw had penetrated his t-shirt and broke the skin. His white shirt now slowly turning red around his claw, "Oh shit. I'm sorry man. I didn't mean to do that! I just got a little carried away."</span></span><br/><br/>"Ãºjule..." Mateo said calmly, his tone mimicking someone that had come to a deep but sad realization, a bit like a disappointed parent blaming themselves for their kid's actions "The man hides in his room like a meerkat in a tunnel and the first time he comes out of the room to just chill, you stab him,"<br/>Mateo shook his head, his mouth upturned in a smirk that exhibited his disbelief" 'sta loco" he muttered.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">Jayce held his shoulder and backed away, accidentally bumping into Kala behind him who turned him around to see the blood.<br/><br/>"What have you done to Caretaker?!" she exclaimed, then hugged him tightly, making Jayce flail for a moment, trying to breathe but gave up in the end to make her grip relax enough for him to get some air, "You damaged him!"<br/><br/>"I said I was sorry!" Drake exclaimed, "I didn't mean it!"<br/><br/>"There is no excuse! Your anger has damaged him!" she protested.<br/><br/>"Kala!" Jayce shouted, finally able to escape her grip, "It's alright. He didn't mean it."<br/><br/>"Jayce?" Drake said, confused, "You're not mad?"<br/><br/>"This is why I came out to get to know you guys. This was an accident." he said, "No big deal. It's just a scratch. Just a little blood. No big deal..."</span></span><br/><br/>That was a little.....weird? If there was one thing Mateo was good at it was observing and that whole situation was odd. Odder than Clay odd. If Drake had done that to any other person in the house, there would've been a serious brawl or at the least some well announced revenge to come his way. And even though Drake was sometimes a bit unaware of his strength, with Jayce being human, Mateo would've expected a more hysterical response. It seemed his passive nature out ruled the human tendency to hate what it didn't understand, especially if it hurt them. Before that moment, Mateo had been very indifferent toward Jayce because of his seclusion, but now he felt something that he could only describe as respect. Not the false respect he was always told to give to people by their seniority, but the respect you earn from your actions. Jayce had just earned it in Mateo's book.<br/><br/>Mateo's mouth formed a genuine smirk and he relaxed a bit more in his seat, his arms resting atop the back of the couch "so you came out here to get to know us, huh?" Mateo started,<br/>"Maybe you should talk about yourself some, maybe your overprotective friend here," He gestured at Kala<br/>"Or....maybe Drake would like to start by explaining the salty attitude," he turned to look Drake in the face, a bit of a taunt had made it's way into Mateo's expression<br/>"Has to be something repressed in that big 'ol baggage claim you call a brain that you wouldn't mind sharing with us,"