11-09-2018, 05:41 PM
Wes smiled and waved slowly to everyone he was introduced too. It was always awkward meeting new people, but having Alex's arm slung over his shoulders and an inviting group of people - not to mention the hot coffee in his hands - he was easily distracted from everything that was going on around him. Alex knew how to deal with his moods better than anyone else; even Wesley's own parents weren't great at handling his idiosyncrasies... Alex was just a natural leader and able to take charge and guide people into feeling like they belonged, rather than shunning them - One day the werelion would make a great pride king, and definitely a father.
"I hope it works out for you two..." Wes said quietly, looking between David and Alex for a brief moment. He could tell by the heated looks that the two were giving one another would take them far; and it wouldn't do for anyone else to step on their toes in the process.
His eyes flitted around at all of the faces, settling for a brief moment on Xanthus, then the Festival Worker, and then beyond that to a white-skinned male with sea foam hair. He looked vaguely familiar, but in a town full of super natural entities, it was hard to tell if he was recognizable or not from such a distance and so many people being in the general area.
He turned back to the table and looked down at the coffee cup in his hands - he had drained it almost as soon as it was in his hands and it was now empty. Focusing solely on the cup, he started bending it - almost like one would stomp on a can with their boot - crunching it inward. It only worked for a few seconds before Wes let out an irritated huff "I'm still working on perfecting that skill..." he explained to no one in particular.
"I hope it works out for you two..." Wes said quietly, looking between David and Alex for a brief moment. He could tell by the heated looks that the two were giving one another would take them far; and it wouldn't do for anyone else to step on their toes in the process.
His eyes flitted around at all of the faces, settling for a brief moment on Xanthus, then the Festival Worker, and then beyond that to a white-skinned male with sea foam hair. He looked vaguely familiar, but in a town full of super natural entities, it was hard to tell if he was recognizable or not from such a distance and so many people being in the general area.
He turned back to the table and looked down at the coffee cup in his hands - he had drained it almost as soon as it was in his hands and it was now empty. Focusing solely on the cup, he started bending it - almost like one would stomp on a can with their boot - crunching it inward. It only worked for a few seconds before Wes let out an irritated huff "I'm still working on perfecting that skill..." he explained to no one in particular.
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