[ Fuuuuuuck you. Carver puffs himself up, ready to lay into Scott - maybe start a fight in the middle of the street - when the fucker just turns around and walks through the doorway. And it's really not the same to hit somebody when they're walking away from you. Really takes the satisfaction out of it.
Carver works his jaw. Too long in the woods, he thinks. He could manage this shit with his people - being human, being civil - but not with strangers, not with people who never bled with him, who didn't survive the fires and come out on the other side unscathed. If this is a test - everything is a test - then he's off to a poor start. Maybe already failed.
He cannot fail his people.
Fuck.
He exhales through his teeth and follows Scott in. Civil, be civil, be goddamn civil.
He orders two cheeseburgers with all the trimmings they've got and tries not to stare at all of it. They have pickles. And actual cheese. What the fuck. ]
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Carver works his jaw. Too long in the woods, he thinks. He could manage this shit with his people - being human, being civil - but not with strangers, not with people who never bled with him, who didn't survive the fires and come out on the other side unscathed. If this is a test - everything is a test - then he's off to a poor start. Maybe already failed.
He cannot fail his people.
Fuck.
He exhales through his teeth and follows Scott in. Civil, be civil, be goddamn civil.
He orders two cheeseburgers with all the trimmings they've got and tries not to stare at all of it. They have pickles. And actual cheese. What the fuck. ]