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Did he? Bah, details. The fact of the matter when it came of talk of "goals" or "hobbies" everyone seemed to judge him. "Feh." He was happy as he was!

"Figures." It was a small world, after all. Redhead Kid was siblings with black eyed chic. Noted.
"Awesome. Lead the way, Seidh." He said, still sporting an unamused scowl as was his nature, yet politely handing back the container.
He didn't shove it at her? Progress.

Where was this fabled place that had hobbies? Did he care? No, he was looking for an easy way to smite his opposer. Haters can hate all they want, but Vahn would show them his lifestyle was so much cooler than these dumb hobbies! Sitting on a couch with chips watching marathons was epic. They just didn't get it! Just wait and see!, he thought, I'll be watching Gaia Shore by the end of the day!

Vahn's head whipped to the side, staring at Seidh as if he'd seen a ghost. ".....That goddamn kid." He growled, gritting his teeth. He followed after her, his hands stuffed in his pockets, hunched over and grumbling to himself about missing the afternoon lineup of some TV station.

Seidh's attempt at chivalry went unnoticed, as Vahn slipped through the door as if all doors were just supposed to open for him anyway. Clearly, the world revolved around him, right? "Right so..." He looked from Seidh to the books, scanning the aisles. "These are books." He said dumbly, scratching his head. "I asked for hobbies. What good will a book..." He paused mid rant, gazing into his own thoughts for a moment. He himself was born from a book, after all. He huffed and wandered to an aisle labeled helpfully as "hobbies". Excellent. A fine start.

His eyes scanned the shelves, looking over the subjects shown. Drawing? Crafts? Music? Gardening? These are what hobbies are? He picked up a book, flipped a few pages, grunted then stuffed it back onto the shelf in favor of an 'easier' hobby. "They all sound complicated. Why are there so many pages?" He grumbled, a severe frown on his face, as if this was entirely too difficult.

"Takes time? How much time are we talking here?" This just sounded like work, not fun! Weren't these hobby things suppsoed to be fun? "And you call my hobby a chore! Look at this! 200 pages on how to plant a damn pansy!" He pouted and stuffed another book back on to the shelf, glancing at the book Seidh was reading. "Why are you reading that? You already know how to bake!" He said as if what she was doing was a dumb idea. If you were good at something, why bother learning more?
One would suppose that was one way of saying the cupcakes were good?

Vahn tapped his foot on the ground. He picked up another book. Oh, guitar! You just had to hit it with your hand right? Easy peasy! Why were there so many books on it? Vahn smirked, feeling like this would be a piece of cake. He began reading a few pages, his confident demeanor gradually turning to befuddlement. "What? Chords? Why are there so many?" He mimicked the way the book was telling him to do things, huffing and putting that book back to. "I can't do that. You'd have to have like, crazy fingers.."
Drums? A book on drums? Hah! That's just hitting an over sized, upside down cooking pot with a stick! He chuckled in a self assuring manner, picking up the book, and flipping through some pages.

"Wha...but..." What were all these terms? None of it made sense!

If it was something he wanted to do? What did he want to do? "Well, what I want to do is watch TV." He grumbled under his breath. Why was that not a suitable hobby?

"Why get better at something you're good at already? Seems redundant." Such a silly girl. Vahn just didn't seem to understand the concept of loving and enjoying a hobby, or aspiring to be more than he is.

....and Piano? Vahn cast a look at Seidhe, his brow furrowed in frustration, as well as a look that seemed to say why are you telling me this in my time of great strife?! She already had a hobby! Baking, right? Two hobbies? Clearly, Seidh just loved overworking herself. Clearly.

"Uh..." He stopped flipping through books to think about stuff he saw on TV. Reality TV with drunken parties and competing psycho moms, television series set on planets and olden times, and sports and infomercials and cartoons! He was supposed to remember something he wanted to do? "I just.. watch. I don't do. Other people do stuff. I don't live in a jungle, so how am I supposed to track deadly predators?" He said, as if going against that fact were completely alien.
He glared at the horrible misleading books, claiming of fun and easy hobbies for beginners. "I don't like running, or swimming, or stuff that makes me sweat too much. It's not like I'm good at anything.." Wait! "Uuh I mean.." Crap, he said something that was unflattering and very not cool! "S-so unless there are hobbies that include sniffing out a steak from a mile away.."

Vahn was hardly energetic. He wasn't up for much that used a whole lot of energy. Now that he was quite dejected, he stared at the foreboding shelf with a few sighs. There had to be something simple?
He peered over at a small book, picking it up and looking it over. It looked like it was about designing a rec room. Lame. He thumbed through it anyway, stopping at a page with a dart board. "What's that?" He asked pointing.

Boring? TV? He always liked watching. Was there something more than that?
Thrill of the hunt, huh? But what reason was there in hunting here? There was no wild saber tooth ravaging the town, no pack of wild animals that needed subduing. Sounded fun though. He was sure he could probably enjoy it.. maybe. TV always made it seem like an adventure, but was real life interesting enough to keep him happy?

"Can.. games be hobbies?" He asked, staring back at Seidh. He looked back to the book. Chucking sharp things at a wall sounded easy and fun.
The book had other things: Pool tables. It also had shuffle boards. Games could be hobbies, right? Heck, Vance played video games. Was that a hobby?

He put the book away. He still felt lost. His whole lifestyle was being judged and questioned. It aways had been, but it was easy when Donovan did it, since he figured Donovan was just a lame a** Adult. but a fellow teenager was saying there was supposed to be more?
His initial response to this was grumbles and pouting. His ears bent backward, his brow furrowed, and his tail sagged sadly. What was this? Did he want to aspire to something more? How strange.

Maybe! He should figure out what normal werewolves do! He bounded further into the store, finding a section on animals, ad flipping through books on wolves. Hunted in packs? Lame. Lone wolf? That was more his style! Still, none of this told him what to do!

This boy had no imagination.

Vahn looked over his shoulder at Seidh, pausing for a moment before furrowing his brow and looking back to the book. "Wolves are boring." He said flatly, shoving the book in the shelf as if caught red handed with something embarrassing. "I thought maybe it would say what wolves like to do for fun." Was that dumb?

"They like meat, I like meat. Thats about all the similarities I saw." Vahn crossed his arms, pursing his lips as he judged the books by their covers. "This is too much info all at once." He said with a scoff, going right back to being defensive.

Ugh. She said Matty again. He took her advice with a grain of salt, pursing his lips again. He justed wanted to be home, safe and sound, with chips in his lap, the lights turned off and a good movie playing.

Vahn's ears perked up, being brought back from his brooding to regard the girl. She seemed like she was on to something? He blinked, watching her start to leave, and following after her. Wow, she was bounding away! He kept up, slowing down once inside the store. Sports equipment? But.. sweat!

He watched curiously as Seidh moved about, getting a dart board. What was she doing?

No...way.

Vahn blinked, looking from the board back to her. "Why?" He asked, not even taking the thing yet. "I'm not gonna give you anything, so why help me?" He was puzzled, stunned, and far too stubborn to utter a simple thank you.

So, he could just take it? No ulterior motive? She just wanted him to enjoy it, without relying on television?

Well then. Take the bag? It seemed heavy for her. He cautiously took the bag, as if she might have laid a trap for him. He looked it over, sniffing a bit before lifting it over his shoulder.

He looked to the side, to the ground, to her, back to the side, up, back to her. "Well then.." He said with a cautious stare, "It's getting late and stuff." And he was hungry for real food. Meat food.
"Weirdos come out at night. I'll walk you home. It'd be pretty stupid if you walked alone. Don't be dumb." Evidently, this was his way of thanking her?