“No... Ainotameni Naze watashi wa anata to issho ni tachiōjō hitori?” the worlds flew from his mouth before he could stop himself, earning a backwards glance from the pale Abigor who was walking up ahead. “What you say” Alex called back, stopping and turning to face the storm coloured male. “Nothing, don't worry about it” although he said as such, he knew the other would push the matter and so he waved his hand dismissively, pushing forward he continued along the path. Footsteps soon sounded behind him, indicating the pale male had chosen to follow him, not that Alex would ever not follow; despite the ghostly male being older, he acted much like a pup at times, following the young Angelo around and never taking things seriously. Although he had grown used to Alexander's usual antics, it didn't stop them from draining his energy, for there were days he simply couldn't stand the others company.

“Haven't you got anything better to do than follow me around” his tone of speech indicated he was already resigned and predicting the others response, “What's better then annoying you” Alex's response was an honest answer, spoken with an infuriating innocent smile upon his lips. No matter what, he could credit the other for always being honest with what he said. Grabbing the bad strap, he moved it around so that it say more comfortably upon his shoulder, inside were various bones and natural materials he and Alex had found and were planning to experiment with them, using them to make weapons and other products for the pack storage.

Walking in companionable silence, the pair soon made it back to the howling caverns, descending down the dark tunnels without hesitation, accustomed to the lack of light and narrow tunnels, they made a quick stop by the Angelo's chambers, before heading into the common room. Seating himself down upon the ground along one of the walls, katana clacking loudly against the hard stone as he did so, he looked up, expecting Alex to join him, only the male remained standing as if thinking “I'm gonna go fetch some food” he announced, turning tail and heading down the tunnel to food storage before the young samurai could responded. “Ten wa watashi o tasukete. Kare wa watashi no shi ni naru no yo” he sighed, leaning back against the rough wall of the commons room, crossing his legs he closed his eyes and awaited for the idiot to return bearing food.

Footsteps sounded nearby, but they were too cautious compared to Alex's rushed steps and the scent that reached him confirmed that whomever it was wasn't the pale Abigor. Lazily he opened his eyes to catch the others greeting, of which he returned with a bored, almost dismissive look, not that he was intentionally being mean; he recognised the male as pack, but that didn't mean he knew this stranger and with the common rooms so empty he didn't feel the need to put on a façade and play nice with the new kid, either way he would soon learn of the Angelo's typical attitude. “You would be?” he asked, his voice gruff and sharp. Just as the words escaped him a package was whirled at him, smashing him in the chest. Twisting his head sharply he caught sight of Alex whom simply grinned like a fool, before promptly joining his Angelo and the stranger, seating himself too close than the storm coloured male would have preferred as usual. Oblivious to the stranger, Alex shot him a disapproving look, “Play nice or else” the ghost-coloured males voice was deadly serious and the young Angelo couldn't help but feel the need to test the others threat, “Or else what?” he asked, lips pulling back into a menacing grin full of threat, “You. Do. Not. Want. To. Know” each word was separated and spoken with much-needed emphasis.

Throwing his head back he laughed, having figured out he really didn't want to push his companion for an answer... in public at least; he'd bug Alex for answers later, that much was for sure. With a dramatic sigh he turned his attention back to the strange male, “Fine evening and all that rubbish. I'm Alaki, nice to meetcha” he said, earning himself a punch in the arm from Alex. “Ignore the idiot. All brute strength and no brains, i'm Alex.” the pale male beaned an innocent smile at the stranger, receiving an eye roll from the young Samurai.

It was true that to many the pair seemed strange, whether they were deemed strange for being of the same sex, because of their contrasting personalities or simply because of their colourations and yet, despite all their differences the two got along and found some form of harmony between themselves... most of the time. Others opinions didn't bother the Angelo; for this was his home, his pack and he couldn't care less what members thought of his personal life and choices, so long as they didn't outright defy him, voice their opinions or show insubordination that was, although he wasn't sure where the ghostly Abigor on pack gossip and how such things would effect him and could only hope the idiot was carefree about everything as his surface attitude suggested. Leaving back against the wall he intended to ignore the male and allow Alex to handle the situation, for the pale Abigor was clearly the more sociable of the pair although that didn't mean he wasn't listening; silently he noted the others self introduction, the name unknown to him and foreign to him clearly indicating that the grey-brown male was fairly new to the cave dwelling pack.

One dark ear flicked back, the Angelo raising a lone eyebrow as the lowly Zepar's (not knowing the male he could only assume the guy was of low ranking) overly personal comment regarding himself and Alex. The first response that came to mind was pure instinct, a strong urge to growl and rip into the other for the outright nerve the guy has shown in front of his superiors, but such a reaction was stemmed from the Angelo’s blood lust and would be nothing short of an over reaction. Instead he settled with a clear warning growl, “Watch yourself, 'Rivers'. I do not take well to my members, especially those ranked Zepar, commenting on my life or my mate” blue eyes narrowed a fraction and he forced himself to remain seated and hands relaxed by his sides. So fuelled by the need to defend against what was most likely meant as a harmless comment, the storm coloured Angelo hadn't even realised how he had called Alex.

As if predicting how things were going, Alex stood up quickly, shooting Rivers a warning look and tilting his head to the side for the guy to follow. “You eat the rabbit, i'm gonna fetch some water. Back in a sec. Rivers, care to help me?” the Abigor could only hope that his intentions were clear enough. It wasn't the male's fault that his words had struck a nerve with the Angelo, it was more that one required certain tact and skills when dealing with the short-tempered samurai.