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Omar's eyes stayed glued to the television not paying much attention to jarred when he entered the house. It was not out of disrespect he was just to focus at the moment to take notice. But when Kat had mention something about food he was quick to respond. "Quiero frijol negro y arroz por favor." Omar paused for a moment and just realized that he was speaking in Spanish so he quickly translated what he just said so as to not cause confusion. "Uhh, I mean, I want Black beans and rice please."

Tyson seemed to quirk up at the job offer. It was a job after all, which meant pay, and maybe even a place to stay. the boy blew at the table and worked the seasoning into the phrase: "JOB OFFER" adding a question mark bellow it. Using what little seasoning remained, he whipped it onto the other empty plate and spelled out "HOMELESS" adding an thin arrow pointing in his direction.

Smirking happily, the dirty young man positioned the salt into the phrase "FLOOR'S FINE." Looking at the words, his smirk grew to a smile. He rarely ever smiled. Placing his arm on the table, he covered his mouth and cheeks as he began to blush though he wasn't all to sure why he was doing so. This would the first time he would have a roof over his head in months. And honestly, the first place that had welcomed him for the last three years. He reworked the seasoning into "Thank You" and sat back, thinking to himself how good it might feel to have a decent bed.

With a slow nod, Adam felt for a chair and and sat down. He was glad yet a little upset that Jarred had come back; he brought food, and he was cool and all, but this also meant very little sleep for him. Looked like more nights of trying to play video games...

Stomach growling almost angrily at him for sustenance, he waited patiently to be asked, like his father taught him. His chest tightened at the thought of his dad. Though he was glad to be away from that place, and the poking, and prodding. He really didn't like being a fortune cookie...

He shot his head upward, eyes wide and though clouded, fear could still be seen. Not one stutter, he spoke, "Guys, I haven't been keeping track of any dreams lately cause...I don't know why I just haven't, but I remember the Nephilim," his hands clenched the arms of the chair tightly, and the stutter returned, "I-I'd seen him a lot w-when I was younger, he's like a w-walking s-s-statue. He can't die...I-I don't know w-w-hat it means....what are we gonna d-d-o...Kat, y-you know w-w-who I mean, right?"

Kat gave Jarred an inappropriate pinch on his backside, which if gender roles had been reversed would have resulted in an angry slap. "It won't take more then ten minutes. And we're not all here. Still waiting on Sam, the new kid, and the rest of the group."

She headed for the door but paused at Adam's words, dropping her coat. She took a few steps backward the beans forgotten as she moved over to Adam. "Yes, I know him. They brought him in, did they? Are you sure? son of a b***h." Kat let out a slow breath, "If the Keeper's general is in town, this is going to be turning into an all out war."

"Yeah," Kat nodded, "It's bad. He handles some of the things the rest of the council would be a bit too afraid to dirty their hands with. I saw him a couple times, but never actually met him myself. Though I'm sure he's got my file, and Rook's file...and has looked over them fairly thoroughly."

Adam nodded solemnly, "Y-yes I'm sure. I-I'm gonna keep track of m-m-my dreams from now on...p-promise," his face dropped and his stomach felt very uneasy...maybe this is why his dad got so upset when he forgot about his dreams...