With no curtains in place, we didn't have time last night, we were all woken pretty early by the sun through the windows. I think I woke up about 6:30 ish. Not what I would have preferred but there you are. I heard one of my parents moving about while I was in the bathroom getting washed up.
Dad and I started putting the lounge units in the right places while mum cooked a nice fry-up for breakfast. They were all in place with one half filled before mum was finished. It was, as always, heavily meat based with scrambled eggs and toast, and enough to feed a small army. It was devoured to the last crumb with much appreciation all round.
Talia and Rachael arrived at 10am on the dot, I didn't know what time they would arrive so was ready to go from 8. Talia is a slightly older than myself, in her 30's with long pitch black hair and a wicked sense of humour. Rachael is 25, has a pixie haircut and a cheeky smile. She's maybe 5ft4 ish but super toned as all werewolves reportedly are. I wouldn't overly know but my parents assure me that the change tones you absolutely everywhere.
They stopped for a drink so that they could observe proprietary and meet with my parents. 20 or not, you don't just amble off with two new wolves without them first meeting the ones in charge of your group. Once introductions were done and drinks consumed they advised that there's a store in town that would have what I was looking for but it might not be available same day. Worth a shot though, Argos is half an hour away but I would prefer to fund local companies if I can.
We measured up the annex rooms before leaving to be sure of what would fit. Nothing worse than buying something only to find out it's too big and doesn't go in. Size does actually matter quite a lot. Thankfully as there is a walk-in closet I won't be needing a wardrobe, just a unit for t-shirts and jumpers. A bed is essential, preferably with a side table, couch, TV unit, kitchen table... Yikes I need a bucket ton of stuff. This is not going to be cheap no matter what I do.
First stop was the local furniture store. They have some gorgeous sets but it's all delivered within a week or two at best. Nice to have but I can't sleep on my parents couch for that long. We were just about to head to Argos when Rachael remembered a store nearby that deals in second hand furniture. While I want a brand new mattress, the rest I'm not fussed about.
It was a pretty good place actually, had just about everything I was after. Got a decent enough couch, couple of side tables, nice wooden bed frame and side cabinet, kitchen table and chairs. Still need a TV unit that can hold all of my consoles, a unit for some of my clothes and things like plates and cutlery but not a bad trip really. I paid a small fee to have them delivered this afternoon so I don't need to make multiple trips to collect everything.
We're going to head to Argos for the rest and pick up some paint on the way back. I don't want anything really garish but some colour would be nice. The ladies are both lovely and so freaking helpful it's untrue. I've actually had a pretty good laugh with them so far. It's so strange being able to discuss Were stuff with people I've only just met. Loving it though.
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My first ever shift happened in the paint isle of some random DIY store. Humiliating! Thankfully for all of us present, it wasn't a full shift, just my eyes. This was still problematic, for two reasons which are extremely infuriating.
Firstly, wolves have excellent night vision. This is due to a little something extra behind the eye that humans don't have. It also makes it look like their eyes are glowing when light catches them. Very irksome when your companions realise and both try to slap sunglasses on your face before someone sees. Also, slightly painful, not terribly so but enough to make me rather grumpy.
The second issue is that wolves do not see colour in the same spectrum that humans do. So there I am trying to pick out a nice bright colour for my kitchen and/or bathroom and all I get is muted yellow and blues. Couldn't figure one colour from another at all. Thankfully one of my ex's was a huge nerd when it came to paint so I know a few names. We grabbed a few pots of Soft Stone and I was lucky to get that.
As soon as they stopped trying to cover my eyes and allowed me to do it myself, the next mission was to try and remove me from the store as soon as possible by manhandling me. I took umbrage at this as I really wanted that paint.
It wasn't like I fully wolfed out, though perhaps they were worried that I would. I had to remind them that it was unseemly to handle a non-pack mate in the manner that they were before they backed off. I asked them to both grab two pots of the paint, picked up my own and headed for the till point hoping that they would follow.
Thankfully they did, with the paint which made me feel better. It was an acknowledgement and atonement of their impropriety.
That is a third, not technically a problem, problem. Neither myself nor mum and dad are officially Pack. Moving here doesn't give you automatic Pack status. How dad liaised with the Alpha helped a lot and is the only reason we were allowed to move. We're on a trial period though, until 6 months after my first full transformation. If the locals like us and if we don't get into trouble then we should be allowed to stay. If not then we have to move and we wont be given much warning.
For now there is nothing to worry about, by backing down they've admitted that I was in the right and nothing further can be said. I will be careful to be on my best behaviour for the next few days though. It wouldn't be helpful if this kept happening. They are here to help me after all and I don't want to see ungrateful.