[b]"No no, I am teasing like usual...don't worry about being late. After all, we all know you're the responsible one."[/b] Quickly the vibrant female covered her tracks when Matt apologized, and turned his serious amends into a lighthearted response while following the duo inside. Crocell, much like his human companion, lit up when the drummer approached. His docked tail began wagging a hundred miles a minuet while greeting both hands with licks of happiness. Petra retrieved the guitar from the stand and brought it into the second room to begin practicing with the band. These were grueling yet pleasant moments composing music and meshing each of their styles together. For that duration it felt almost if they were in another plane of existence but unfortunately time passed by extremely fast, and before she knew it practice ended. 
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Petra patted the side of her leg as a gesture to Crocell that he was now free to follow. The mutt stretched his brawny body and yawned loudly before striding out of the doors with confidence like he owned the place. After tagging along outside with guitar case in hand Petra hoped no one would notice her white Integra type r missing from the lot. Leaving Revelation Studios on foot would surely be odd, and lying was not a trait she liked to utilize but anything was better than owing up to her current situation. When reaching the concrete Petra set down a collapsible plastic bowl retrieved from her bag. Her fingers twisted off the cap of a bottled water to begin pouring the clear liquid for the dog to start lapping up. Her peripheral vision caught sight of Parker who seemed to be dozing off. The once warm smile on her lips faded as her expression hardened a bit. There could be multiple reasons for his drowsiness though that seemed unlikely. She was no stranger to seeing signs like these caused by something other than lack of sleep...but hoped with everything that her woman’s intuition was wrong.

[b]“Even better. Who’s the lucky host going to be?”[/b] She could not cook to save a life but thought the idea of hanging out at one of their places would be nice...because she also did not have a kitchen. The tall guitarist rose to lean against the van beside Parker and ran fingers through her glossy tresses giving him a slightly unusual look. Her nonchalant expression was a cover trying to shield her concern the best she could. In her experience it was difficult to tell a fib when within arm’s reach of someone because nerves would set in, and she could also observe his body language when he responded. Of course, this strategy could fail and at the end of the day she was not a lie detector. She would simply have to trust his answer and keep a subtle yet watchful eye on him, and hopefully if something was up he would confide it to her later.

[b]“I don’t know if this one can keep up though, you tired?”[/b] She questioned casually.