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[mothersson]

Doesn't actually get you anywhere in life though, does it.

[ralliesprotests]

hasn't caused me any issues so far.

[mothersson]

You realise that what works for you might not work for him?

Some families take more kindly to cautionary tales than others.

[ralliesprotests]

you've got to learn to fuck with the system eventually, otherwise itll just fuck with you. and to not give a fuck.

[mothersson]

[long, long break here]

I'm in half a mind to not return him, you know.

[ralliesprotests]

what're you going to do? kidnap him? he's an adult, he'll just come home in the morning.

[mothersson]

At least we could have more of a conversation in the morning while we aren't piss drunk.

[ralliesprotests]

shows how little you know him

[mothersson]

That's the point of sticking around.

What exactly are you implying?

[ralliesprotests]

that he's just as dumb in the morning as he is at night

[mothersson]

At least less drunk.

[five minutes later]

He doesn't strike me as dumb. Just young? And very drunk atm.

[ralliesprotests]

no he's not actually that dumb, he just sounds very dumb sometimes. particularly in the morning or when he's full of booze. come back at lunch time and you might actually find a reasonable human being.

for a given value, anyway. [of human being.]

[mothersson]

aye that

Can't be less reasonable than some other people I know.

[and, briefly after:]

We're here for the weekend so I can in fact come back at lunch. Shelley's busy doing Shelley things anyway.

[ralliesprotests]

Sure. if Skyler says he's up to that when he's conscious.

You might not want to come to the flat, though. we're all a bit hot headed. [ARE YOU HUMAN OR GAROU.]

[mothersson]

[If this is the question that he thinks it is, it's actually pretty cleverly and elegantly put. He'll have to remember that.]

Don't worry, I'm pretty hot-headed myself. About the same as Skyler, I would say.

[ralliesprotests]

[Well that's about as clear as it can be through text.

And it would explain why they split off from the group too. But it's still not safe to just blow things open, especially over text.]

we'll see what he says, then.

are you going to wait in the station? I'm about to go underground.

[mothersson]

I'll get him onto the correct platform and we'll wait there.

How do I recognise you?

[ralliesprotests]

[Rowan snaps a selfie and sends it. They're pretty scruffy: they were interrupted in the middle of a programming spree, but rescuing pack is, shockingly, more important than programming, and everyone else was actually busy.

They'll be at the station in about twenty minutes, crossing over to the other platform and looking around for them.]

[mothersson]

[When Rowan arrives, Skyler and Sam have made it onto the indicated platform and found a bench to sit on. Or rather, Sam is sitting and Skyler is slumped into the seat next to him, rather uncomfortably hanging over the armrest separating him from the empty space next to him.

Despite the talk about cousins, they really look nothing alike, aside from some general demographic factors. Next to how fair skinned Skyler is, Sam's Mediterranean olive skin tone stands out starkly, his dark brown hair and eyes make Skyler almost appear colourless. He's wearing slightly more mature clothes than the other Get, but not by much - skater style, but in a baggy, drab in colours way with only a few colour accents. He's of mid-range height for a man and even under the baggy shirt it is clear that he probably packs a good punch. While he's less obviously drunk than Skyler and doing his best to not act drunk at all, Rowan can probably still tell that he must have had at least a few pints himself - if not by the scent then by how his fingers are slightly unsteady as he turns Skyler's phone over in his hands, front-back-front-back-front.... And also by that he only spots Rowan when the older Garou has almost reached them, blinking and stopping with the phone flipping before working on coming to his feet to greet who he assumes to be Skyler's packmate. The other Get hasn't really said a lot about his pack, only that most of them are Glass Walkers, what their totem is, and some basic information like that. There were other things to talk about, anyway, and then not even an hour into their two-person-pub-crawl they decided to not talk about anything tribe or Garou related at all and instead discuss football. Got them a good fight or two with some strangers that held different opinions, too, and Rowan can probably spot the signs of small scuffles on them, as well.]

[ralliesprotests]

[It's not like Rowan hasn't been in a similar state or worse before, so there's no need to judge. Sam's colouring puts them in mind of Sappho, but the thought doesn't go any further than that as they offer him a lazy wave as a greeting.]

He really is trashed, huh? How much did he even have?

[mothersson]

Don't think either of us tried to count.

[He looks both directions down the platform to check that there's nobody nearby, makes sure that he lowers his voice (lowers it a bit too much, almost to a whisper, though still clearly audible to Rowan - volume regulation is hard when you're drunk) and states in his best drunken take on a proper introduction:] I'm Sam Wyldhammer, Cliath of the Get of Fenris. Nice to meet you.

[ralliesprotests]

[Okay, good. That solves one problem.]

Rowan Rallies-Protests, Fostern of the Glass Walkers. Pleasure's mine. I never said thanks for looking after the moron, did I? [They glance over at Skyler, and despite the way they've been talking about him, it's an almost parental gaze, fond and a little disappointed.]

[mothersson]

[Rowan's full name makes Sam double take and then just kind of look the Glass Walker over, as his alcohol addled brain tries to pull together enough information to tell him where he's heard that name before. They're in London... but he didn't hear it in Britain...

Finally, about a whole minute later, it finally clicks.] Do you have a packmate named Sappho Finds-Wyld-Anywhere?

Also, no problem. He'd have done the same for me I'm sure. [Whatever that would have entailed. What's the chance Rowan would have had to deal with them either way?]

[ralliesprotests]

[It's a pretty high chance, let's be honest. Someone has to be responsible for all the baby queer wolves running around London.

They do a double take at the name, attention drawing back to Sam.] Don't tell me you know her? We don't any more, she finished her degree and wanted to go home, so now we're stuck with Skyler.

...speaking of which. Are your people expecting you home, or will you help me lug him back? [Sooner they get started heading home, the quicker they'll get there.] We can find you somewhere to sleep if you want to crash until the morning. [They'll just give up their bed and crawl in with one of the others, it's no big deal.]

[mothersson]

We're cousins. Actual cousins. As in, our parents are related.

Your lupus made quite the impression when she visited. And then the rest of you ended up talked about, too.

[He shrugs and leaves any further details to Rowan's imagination, both about the impression they made and about Sam's own situation - it's not that rare that a boy that was assumed to be kinfolk and thus raised as any kinfolk would turns out to be Garou, after all. Not common, but not all that rare. Being raised in the expectation to be Black Fury Garou or kinfolk is different, but unless he really talks about it who is going to be able to tell? Nobody in Britain knew him before he was Samuel.

His deedname is enough of a tip-off about his Black Fury heritage, anyway.

He moves to grab Skyler, who's murmuring something vaguely protesting but let himself be hoisted up so that Sam can sling his arm over his shoulders and half-lead half-carry him. Train's only coming in a minute, but Sam figures that the manoeuvre might take a moment. Assuming Rowan was truthful about which line he needed. If not, they got some walking to do anyway.]

I wouldn't mind a couch to crash on. Shelley's found us a place to sleep but no offence to her efforts, your couch is probably nicer.