Xana's House - Monday, 1pm
“I would’ve said your place can’t get more feminine….but then I saw this carpet.” Xana rolled her eyes.
She liked her more compact but homey abode. Although, with her towering brother inside of it, her house could’ve been compared to a box. He looked so out of his element in the bright colors around him. Not because Zero carried a dark aura, but because he was a, “man’s man.”
If that human statement could be used for a Werewolf like him.
She’d never seen her brother wearing anything other than the basic colors; red, blue, grey, green. Pinks, purples or even orange? Never.
“Are you hungry? I made some pozole.”
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