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Kicked out of the house. Not just kicked out. Driven away from the house and kicked out of the truck. Why? Because apparently Donovan was sick of the young teen werewolf lounging around the house. "Go be a teenager" he says.

Vahn Hart had been dropped off at the mall. Sure, he'd been complaining he wanted new things, but he had expected Donovan to do it himself. Damn. At least he was given money to buy things.

Vahn, however, was a bit overwhelmed. Who knew malls were so packed with people? Why were they here? Was the mall really all that fun? The poor teen was becoming agitated. Rather than explore th shops, the anxious and befuddled wolf boy sat himself down by the fountain. Not too many people whizzing by him here. Safe!

Or so he thought.

The teenager was busy glaring at various passerby, when he felt tugging at his tail. Alarmed, the young man yelped and whipped his tail away, turning and nearly losing his balance. Good thing too. No one needs to have a wolf boy smelling of wet fur.
"W'the Hell kid?!" He growled in an irritated manner.

Vahn did not even notice the brush was still attached, though he did have a feeling of something being amiss. He acquitted it to fact some stranger was brushing his tail.

Vahn, already distressed, found himself in utter befuddlement soon enough. This boy seemed so elated, even after trying to brush the grump wolf's tail, that he even felt the need to introduce himself? The look on Vahn's face was beyond horrified. He was hardly sure what to even think, let alone reply. His fanged mawl agape, he stared up at the boy. "..I.... Say what?" He finally let out, cocking his head to the side.

"No, seriously, why we--" While he usually swished his tail while agitated, right then it seemed heavier. And it was making clicking noises. The Hell? Vahn furrowed his brows, pausing his chewing out of the red haired boy. He looked behind him hurriedly, trying to look at his tail, glimpsing the brush stuck in his fur.
How degrading! His poor wolfy pride. He tried to grab his tail and pull the thing off, but seemed to be having trouble doing so, while also growling at the boy. "You just... why did you even... why are...GRAGHA! Get this off me!" He seemed more like an irritated puppy than a ferocious beast, but no one would think to tell him that.

Was this kid for real? Vahn was already irritated, but things just seemed to be getting worse. Vahn cocked an eyebrow as the boy reintroduced himself. "Yeah, I gathered that.." Vahn, being as he was, felt no need to give his own name.

"No s**t." He replied to Fremere at the oh so brilliant observation at his predicament. Yes, it was definitely not Vahn's brush. Had to belong to the kid who was brushing him. No worries though! Surely this kid could get that brush off him and be on his merry way!

"Get it out." The wolf boy grumbed, leaning on his hands now, having given up trying to get the brush out himself.
But what was this? "Uh oh? What do you mean, Uh Oh?" Vahn asked, sounding slightly panicked. He did not want to walk around with a flamboyant hairbrush stuck to his tail!

"Yep." Vahn replied bluntly. Fremere didn't ask him for his name, so why give it? The teen was just that much of a jerk. Then again, he didn't expect to be given a nickname. He raised a brow at the boy, his mouth forming a twisted shape. "Noo I have one. No need to.." Damn. The kid made one up. Whatever. Vahn clicked his tongue and looked to the side. Matty? Was that supposed to be a joke? Brat. If only this brush wasn't stuck to his tail, he could just walk away.

"Fantastic." Vahn answered sarcastically. Maybe it wasn't an obvious uh oh. Heck, the kid could have stuck gum in his tail, right? At least it was just a brush.
He winced a bit as the kid tried to pull the brush from his fur. Oh geez, he's still calling me Matty. "It sure is." He replied blandly, leaning his elbows on his knees and cupping his face with his hands like a bored child left to sit in a bank or other boring place. "I need stuff. Like... stuff. Iunno. Don't remember what I was whining about before the Alpha male dropped me off here. He was all antsy cause I lounge in his living room all day." He paused a moment. Did he just resign himself to being called Matty? "It's Vahn. Don't call me Matty again." He said finally, shifting his eyes uncomfortably.

Affection, huh? Vahn smirked a bit, feeling a slight amount of spite coming around. "Oh yeah? Where'd you learn that, Shrimp?" Hah, that'll show him! So he thought.

"Alpha male is the head of the pack. Uh.." Maybe he wouldn't understand that. "Like, my Dad, I guess." He'd never call him that to his face though. Psh. It would be creepy to both parties involved.
"Is it? Coulda fooled me. Way too crowded. Why are so many people here?" He grumbled, getting used to the tugging on his tail. So much in fact, he didn't realized Fremere had gotten the brush free, and had gone back to brushing it again.

"Wordy little bugger, ain't cha.." He replied after a short pause. "No, I haven't gotten to any stores yet. Sister, huh? Uuh.. yeah, I'm a big brother. I got a shrimpy kid brother named Vance." Little did the wolf teen realized, that brushing of his tail was actually rather therapeutic.

Vahn wasn't sure if he needed to be dumbfounded by the boy's optimism or just try and become immune to it. He was worse than Vance! At least Vance was skittish. This kid wouldn't take a hint. Maybe he was being too subtle? Well, luckily, Vahn wasn't enough of a jerk to tell the kid to bugger off out right. Besides, this brush needed to be detangled from his tail. It wasn't as if the brush was already out and the kid was brushing it. That'd be silly

Vahn listened with a brain dead expression on his face while Fremere chattered at him. He was half listening. He barely picked out most of what the kid was saying. Apparently he liked talking. He'd never have guessed. "What's a Hot Topic?" He asked in a monotoned grumble. Apparently it catered to 'his type' or something. Did it sell conversations or something? What kind of store was it?

Wait, pretty black eyes? Why did she have shiners if she was his little sister? Oh, maybe he meant the iris of the eyes themselves.. That seemed more likely.

"No kidding." It didn't seem to surprise him the boy knew Vance. Vance apparently knew a lot of people. This kid seemed like someone he would get along with anyway. "Is he now?" What was a flip master, anyway?

"Funny shirts. You don't say." Vahn muttered faining interest halfheartedly. "I ain't exactly a big fan of comedy." The pouting teenager shot back, his ear twitching in discontent. He so didn't want to be there. The wolf boy tried his best to tune out the ramblings of the rambunctious child, but his tone irritated his hearing, like a cricket that wouldn't shut up in the middle of the night.

"Yup. Lot's of animals. And monkeys, just like you. You'd get along famously with them." The truth was he had never even been to a zoo, but he knew about them from the TV. The boy watched a lot of TV. Hell, he even watched Soap Operas. It was something to look at without it trying to talk at him, thats what mattered.

"Yeah, I guess he does like stuff like that." He recalled the boy sticking himself to the ceiling to avoid a beating once. Vahn also had played lifeguard while Donovan was out and watched over Vance while he played in the pool. He recalled the boy doing quite a bit of gymnastics then too.

...What?
Vahn blinked and turned around, a cross expression on his face. "How long has that thing been out of my tail?!" He had assumed the boy was still trying to free it, but he was brushing it all that time?!
Vahn angrily turned his tail away, twirling it around himself protectively. He looked it over...

"Huh... this actually looks good..." Vahn cast a scornful look back at the brush, then back at his tail again. It.. only had a little bit left to brush...
Well, maybe just finish it off, right?
Vahn flicked his tail back toward Fremere, leaning his chin in his palm again. Never leave a job undone, right?