though pre-occupied with making sure violet was okay, rafael wasn’t ignorant to recent events surrounding opulence and what was befalling the residents. a monster that seemed hell bent on causing chaos and destruction wherever it went…people seemed none the wiser on being able to track it, and it had already seriously injured two and killed perhaps more. one of those injured being his good friend…perhaps best friend, celine.
he knew she was tough, and could hold her own, that didn’t stop him from being concerned however. she wasn’t in hospital anymore, which was good, though rafael still wanted to visit her. for peace of mind, more than anything else.
the elder wolf knocked on her door, juggling two tubs worth of food - he figured she could probably do without the added pressure of cooking for her kids, as well as resting up. rafael actually enjoyed cooking, and had easily made enough tamales to feed families 5 times as big as hers but…well. they were nice.
rafael banged on the door, waiting for an answer.
@celinecerberus
⌝ When the door opened it was not the short dark haired woman who answered but a young boy of twelve who looked up at the man of similar colouring to himself and smiled a knowing sort of smirk. "Muuuuuum, a wolf is at the door!" he shouted through the home, through the opening of the door another boy, a few years older than the other, puberty obvious on his face, looked over his shoulder from a couch to see who his brother referred to before shifting back to the television in front of him that was playing some morbid horror movie, uttering something under his breath that perhaps Rafael would have usually been able to hear but presently, with all that was going on, likely wouldn't have been able to. "Mum, mum, he has food!" Jagger continued to shout.
⌝ It was then that Celine came down the short hall of her apartment into the main space that contained the living room, dining room and kitchen all in one. "Quieter, Balam," she spoke decibels below her child as she approached, one hand moving to rest on his shoulder, the hand wrapped in a cast presently and covered in scribbles, as she saw Raffy and offered the tortured man a small smile. "Your brothers watching something," she said as though it were an explanation for why he shouldn't shout in the house when that alone was reason enough.
⌝ "You brought me food," she acknowledged, still with a little smile on her face. "You weren't worried about me, were you?"
