a starter for @connorlang,
Quintessential of Napoleon, he saw the Waffle House as some weird diamond in the rough and pounced upon it; whoever lorded ownership over it in the past was now a figment of the past. When the Waffle House was crowded it was a kettle set to burst, bellicose lycans who cared little for the actual meal, but it currently stood as a ghost town and Carmine flicked a cold french fry at Connor as the two merely sat within the deserted place. "I think everyone is getting ready for Lupercalia," another french fry was flicked calculatingly at Connor, "Waste of time, really." If they didn't have the qualifications now he didn't see what lifting weights and wrestling with each other would amount to in a few short weeks.













