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[right][b][color=65FF00]Time:[/color][/b] Morning 
[b][color=65FF00]Location:[/color][/b] Ember Grove Mall
[b][color=65FF00]Interactions:[/color][/b] [color=FFC7A9]Illia Green[/color], [color=F2AA83]Oliver Green[/color], [color=1589FF]Carter Patrick-Winslow[/color] - [@Vixen58]
[b][color=65FF00]Vibes:[/color][/b]  [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RxsBc5p-dPU]“Don’t you worry ‘bout a thing..."[/url][/right]
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There was a brief moment, when the man bent down to retrieve his bags, where Genesis and Illia’s nostrils flared. As they took in his scent, and identified his lycanthropy, Illia brightened exponentially. As if she had forgotten all about her previous annoyance, she rocked on the balls of her feet and grinned like mad. She loved having a shared secret, it was just like being in her favorite dramas.

Oliver, who had realized the man was a werewolf the second he had pushed Illia into him, seemingly paid little mind to the situation. His headphones were now plugged in, but nothing was being played through them. He did this often, playing videos on mute and keeping a watchful eye on the situation at hand. 

At the same time, Genesis was putting on her best diplomatic veneer. She hoped to make a lasting impression on Carter, and kindness made that easier. Getting an in with the local werewolves was always important. She wanted to know all about their dynamics, see what she could learn and bring back to Liam. She also wished to offer any advice she could, to ensure their packs remained safe. After all, her mother and father’s packs had been great. Large, self-sufficient communities in the middle of a dense forest. Despite that, they had fallen prey to hunters. She blamed their downfall on a number of things, including herself, and made sure to advise each wolf who would listen about them. 

That could all come in time, though. She had to make it past introductions first. 

[color=65FF00]”I’m Genny, that’s Oliver,”[/color] She pointed over at the boy, who didn’t move to introduce himself. [color=65FF00]”And the girl that bumped into you is Illia.”[/color]

[color=FFC7A9]“Yup! Illia Green, it’s a pleasure!”[/color] Illia held out a hand for Carter to shake, but upon seeing how full his hands were she dropped it. [color=FFC7A9]”I wasn’t hurt at all, don’t worry.”[/color] She was still grinning like a fool, but didn’t speak further. After all, she didn’t want the man to think she was strange. 

[color=65FF00]”Would you mind if we took some of your bags? Sometimes it helps to share the load.”[/color] Genesis grinned, wondering if he’d accept the help. [color=65FF00]”And, if you’re not too busy, maybe I could grab us some drinks and we can sit down and chat?”[/color] Hopefully he had picked up on their similarities. Otherwise, that would probably sound kind of creepy.