Micky had gone back to drawing when Damion asked him for the gun, which he then forgot about. He had moved on from the two knights, he started to work on some horses on the right side. A top of the strong armored horse seat armored knights. Each with a sword and shield, there shield having its own animal or something else on it, the symbol of there maybe. After some time Micky zoned and continue to draw, he had a blank look on his face as he colored in a few things with his pencil.<br/><br/>Micky had zoned out well the men talked, he knew in most people's eyes he was still seen as a kid. He never finished high school, so he probably didn't know as much as the others in his pack. He could only draw, fix cars, and cause trouble. He had always wanted why they took him in, he really had nothing to give them, he would probably be in a jail if it wasn't for them. Which was nice, but still he just bummed almost everything from them. Micky sighed softly and shook his head, putting the book down and putting his hands in his face. Covering his eyes and such, he seat there for a little bit. Listening to the last little bit of the convo<br/><br/>Micky looked up at Mack when she talked to him, he rolled his eyes. "Sorry mom, I'll tell you the next time I bring a friend over. But really he is another werewolf who wanted to joined us so I brought him here, he is wearing a suit of silver and gave me a gun. So if he does anything one of us can shoot him, or turn into a wolf." He got up, picking up his book. "You two can talk it over, I'll be in my room." He said, then started to walk down the short hallway to his room. He didn't notice but a piece of paper had fallen from his drawing book, he hadn't shown anyone his drawings.