[b]“Ladies?”[/b] Petra arched a brow while crossing her arms in a playful manner. [b]“I am curious to know exactly what ladies you’re speaking of.”[/b] She warmly smiled before hopping into the cherished van. Crocell followed behind excited as ever for a joy ride. The Doberman placed two paws on Petra’s lap begging to be nearer. She frowned debating how on earth this could possibly work but cradled underneath the dog’s shoulders, and pulled the heavy monster onto her lap with a grunt. He almost weighed more than she did, and he had more muscle to boot.[b] “Mac and cheese!”[/b] Petra yelled from the decked out van to Matt who asked about the pizza toppings. Depending on where he went that probably would not be an option, though she loved that kind. [b]“Or Hawiian’s fine…”[/b] She grumbled assuming that her second option would most likely be more accessible to retrieve. When Matt took off Parker could be heard giving a warning about the apartment. [b]“I wouldn’t expect anything less from you guys.”[/b] She joked while they set on their way, and she scratched the underside of the dogs chin while watching the scenery pass by. 
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After arriving the vibrant haired band member and her pet trekked up the steps. While shown inside the crumbling complex Petra began organizing the disheveled items in her head, almost falling back into the caretaker role. She did not mind chaos but wanted to take care of her friends, and make everyone’s life a little easier …especially Paker even though she did not show it too often. She had gained the orderly trait after her brother Milo passed. The image of finding him backstage surrounded by clutter still burned into her mind, and he deserved better than that—most everyone does.

Crocell hopped onto the chair Parker usually sat on not minding the remote which lay underneath his belly, the animal could be heard making his content snort before gradually closing his sleepy eyes. Petra chuckled internally and smirked at him. Her hazel eyes began scanning about the room before gathering some clothing off the sofa where she decided to sit, and placed them in a pile beside the arm rest. This place was a dream compared to the dump she stayed at. The first couple of nights were spent sleeping on her clothing sprawled on top of the motel’s shady blanket. The sheets were completely out of commission due to the many mysterious stains. She had to save up to purchase her own bedding and also sandals in order to stand in the shower filled with cracks and sketchy tile. The first paycheck was used on cleaning supplies and bottles of bleach, and she nearly asphyxiated herself from the cleaning chemical fumes. It was much better now…well, livable at least. 

[b]“Why are you apologizing? I expected a complete mess but you guys never cease to surprise me.”[/b]