[b][u]CLAY AND WILLOW[/u][/b]

Willow tilts her head, confused, "[i]what do you mean am I like the others?[/i]" She asks. 
Clay chuckles in response. He wasn't quite sure how to ask it. He still hated to say the words out loud. Still stuck in some sort of denial. Looking up at the roof, after another deep sigh, he uses a joking tone to get the question out.

"[i]Are you part wolf as well? Hell is everyone here one[/i]? 

Willow sits down in a chair that was in the corner, pulling her knees up, only for the first time noticing she was barefoot, "[i]Oh. Yeah.. I-I am..[/i]" she starts stuttering, ducking her head down once again, not answering the second part of the question.

Clay growls, but he's not angry, instead saddened.
"[i]Hey girl![/i]" He calls out as he crunches himself up to see her properly. With his abs under the strain of his upper torso and his arms stretched aside his head, his muscles and powerful lupine enhanced physic were clearly defined and noticeable. He drops his hands as he turns and puts his feet on the floor. Now sitting at the edge of the bed facing the intruder he runs a hand over his face then takes a second to look her over before carrying on. 
"[i]When I see some one like you it just makes me sad, makes me wonder what coulda gone so wrong that someone as beautiful,[/i]" he pauses and looks to the rug "[i]and talented, as yourself could lose confidence in herself.[/i]"
"[i]What hardship has robbed you of your carefree nature? Why should someone as innocent as yourself know of concern and fear?[/i]" 
He shakes his head slowly, then suddenly perks back up, emotion stirring in his voice as his hand points towards the door. "[i]Is it those guys out there!?[/i]" He asks, voice slightly raised. He wouldn't admit it but the idea of Niall 'actually' deserving a beating or being able to be labeled as a 'bad guy' made Clay happy.

Willow looks up extremely startled, "[i]oh no no no no...[/i]" she says, trying to calm him, "[i]no, they're good people.[/i]"

"Good" Clay quickly replies slightly relaxing although deep down there was a tiny twisted shred of disappointment. 

Willow looks down at her toes, "[i]I've just always been like this,[/i]" she giggles. Her laugh made Clay smile. "[i]I'm not that used to other people.[/i]" She continued as she studied Clay from behind her hair, her nose twitching slightly, "[i]Anyway, what brings you here..?[/i]"

"[i]Ah Don't mind me, just here for a few days, passing through.[/i]" Clay answers while stretching, not really answering anything.
"[i]Say, what's there to do around here? I mean what are you gonna be up to today?[/i]" He asks Willow while he stands up and starts sorting through his bag, throwing a few clothes on the bed and putting some items in his bathroom.

Willow shrugs, "[i]I don't know.. I didn't really have any other plans besides making sure all the rooms were in order,[/i]" Willow silently watching him as he moved about, still unsure about him in general.

From the bathroom the sink tap sounds, Clay calls out a muffled reply with a mouth full of toothpaste and toothbrush, "[i]sO oo you et paid foh dis?[/i]" The tap sounds again and then shortly after he walks back into the room, shirtless and wiping his face down with a wet cloth. 

He rummages through his clothes for a moment before picking up a small black item, looking at it for a moment he realised it as his black balaclava with a white skull print, he quickly tosses it back into the bag. He then finds a tight black shirt and slides it over his head. Picking up a pile of rolled notes he stuffs them into his back pocket.
"[i]Would you mind showing me around? I need to pick up a few things.[/i]" he casually asks.

Willow doesn't answer the first question, hoping he'll just think she didn't hear, and got up once he asked her to show him around, "[i]I-I think you'd find someone else better suited to that..[/i]" she begins, twiddling her thumbs together, "[i]I really only know here and my house.[/i]"

Clay stops what he was doing and gives her a blank look.
"[i]Huh, fair enough.[/i]" 
His tone says that he doesn't believe her but accepts it anyway. They are just strangers after all and he did recently point a gun at her head.
Though there was something about Willow, this young girl, that reminded him of someone he had lost long ago, it wasn't her shy personality so it had to be appearance. But it was so long ago now Clay couldn't be sure if there was a resemblance or his guilt was subconsciously creating it his mind.

He shuffles through his bag one last time and as a corner accidentally droops it reveals a stash of different valued bills, he had a lot of suspicious money. He removes a shiny butterfly knife and slides it into his back pocket before quickly sealing up the bag and turning back to the girl. He just stands there looking at her with a smile while patiently waiting in an awkward silence.

Willow breaks the awkward moment and bows hastily, and ducks out of the room, dropping a swatch for another rug on the ground.