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But, Jacob has been active in other groups?

Okie doke

If we're requesting an apartment, will we need to put the image for the building the apartment is in?

Hello!

Eyes narrowing, Noir stared up at her for a moment. "You also didn't seem to notice I bought ice cream," he reflected, "which, most libraries don't take kindly to people eating in the library. That's basic library rules." He stood, then, feeling a need to leave before things got worse than they already were. He wasn't taking kindly to the larger man calling him boy and pathetic because some girl he'd just met let a couple tears fall. So what if he "knew nothing"; if she hadn't wanted to get her feelings hurt, she should have known better than to sit with him--should've stayed where she'd been. He didn't ask her to sit him.

"I don't think I owe you an apology," he stated while shrugging his messenger bag over his shoulder, "Last I checked, I haven't stepped on any of your constitutional rights. In fact, you would owe me an apology for intimidation, and impeding on my freedom of speech."

((Apologies, it's been a busy last few days. Break just started, though))

Noir was careful to close his laptop slowly as Axel spoke, a thrill of something going through him. A knowing? Axel's word choice was certainly strange, and him having to backtrack and switch the words up made that much more interesting. The smaller man huffed lightly--almost a scoff, but not quite--and ran a hand through his hair. "Respect is usually mutual," he started, angling himself to get a better look of the man, "And in my book, the basic principle of respect is knowing when to leave someone who's clearly busy alone." He demonstrated his definition of busy with a sweeping gesture towards his laptop.

At Raven's-- he sincerely doubted that was her name--return, he angled over towards her then. "I least I had the manners to tell you I didn't think you needed to know my name rather than lie about it," he stated, beginning to collect his things, "or the decency to realize that I was trying to get some work done." Well, there went the free wifi--and there was a threat at getting himself beaten down by someone in a dark alley at some point. Which, didn't sound too bad. Better than being killed, really.

Noir had only to shrug at "Raven," or whatever her name was, as she stormed off towards the bathroom. He'd heard those lines before, but he was never quite felt the sting of them like he suspected he should have. He froze at the growl that sounded behind him, coming from the man at the table. He turned his head slowly, peeking out at the other patron silently. A scowl formed on his face, and he found himself shaking. Anger, anticipation, fear? He wasn't sure what he was feeling, other than annoyed.

Leaning back in his chair, he opened his laptop again. This time, he used his frame to block the screen and dimmed it to the point where he was squinting furiously. Biting down roughly on his bottom lip, he forced himself to focus as he brought up the window of codes he'd acquired the night before.

"Actually, no, you can't," Noir responded, brow raised, "If you don't get sarcasm, then you clearly can't talk to me." He looked at her pointedly, then finished the rest of his cone before speaking again. "I don't think my name is entirely relevant. Maybe you should go back to your other friend." He flicked his wrist back, gesturing towards Axel. He could feel his glare even after he'd turned away from the larger man, which left him a little concerned. "He'll be better company than me."

Noir's brows rose at her question, and he could only just hold back a scoff at her answer. "Selling lingerie," he replied shortly, face composing into a blank mask. The girl, as appealing to look at she was, was distracting. Taking attention away from what really needed to be done, or what he needed to be doing. Eyes narrowed, he observed her for a moment before finally risking a glance back at the guy at the table behind them. "Why'd you come over here?"

The dark haired male's fingers inched towards his laptop, shutting it slowly and firmly before sliding it out of the way. He'd already had certain...speculations about some citizens in the town, and he felt he might have something else to add to that list.

Try as he might, it was somewhat hard to ignore the stare boring into the back of his head. The dark haired boy stared intently at his screen as his laptop hummed to life, and set about his work. Well, not so much work as it was him doing illegal things in his leisure time. Slowly licking his lips, he could just barely pick out the words the pair behind him was saying. Something about "it" not being right, but never much of a specification of what "it" was. Of course, he wouldn't ask them about it. It was none of his business, and not much of a concern to him, if he was being candid.

Licking his lips, he squinted at his screen before finishing off the ice cream in his cone. He could already feel the sugary liquid slipping down his fingers when the girl strode over and asked to join. He wanted greatly to oppose to it, but he felt like that might be a bad idea. Something about the set of her frame, the confidence, told him to think twice about his decision. "Sure," he muttered, deflated. He squinted once more, using his free hand to drog his bag to the floor and tilt the screen of his laptop forward.

online, and absolutely starving.
and a headache to boot.
with studying to look forward to.

Jacob wrote: "I am making a Rogue wolf who is in Old Harbor seeking the wolf who turned him to kill them. I would like someone to be that wolf. they can be a pack wolf or a rogue themselves and left the boy to ..."

Me?

Noir finally on a simple vanilla cone and turned his attention to finding a decently isolated seat. He glanced up as another customer strode in behind him before quickly looking down. Almost there. He slid easily into a seat by the window, placed his messenger bag on the table, and removed his laptop from it. His movements were faulty from the occupation of his other hand, which he worked at lazily to finish the ice cream before it melted. The dark haired man did, however, look up again to see if he might have been stared at. That wouldn't be fun.

Noir's only reason for coming into the ice cream shop was simple: free wifi. While the downside of using this commodity was the company of other people, it was one figured he could bear. He would likely only be there for a short period of time, so there should have been nothing to worry about. Of course, it would be odd for him to loiter and not buy anything, so his feet carried him to the short line at the counter as he processed his choices and made a decision on which flavor to pick.

julia; could you?

mama;

If Julia is fine with it, you can have a character join us ^-^

Maybe the Ice Cream Shop?

Cool, where do you wanna take it?

I have one character free, human