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Raquel couldn't help but smile as William introduced himself, his enthusiasm obvious. Then Wesley quickly followed suit, a big smile on his face. She had to admit, the kids were quite cute with their enthusiasm for the day. She turned her gaze to the last boy, who nervously stepped forward and introduced himself as Harris, stuttering over his words. A few seconds later, he looked at her and then said she was really pretty. Raquel blinked in surprise and then gave him a bright smile, "thank you, Harris," she said and watched as the other two boys nudged him playfully. When Darren gave a small cough to get the kids' attention, Raquel looked over at him. She threaded her fingers together behind her back as she listened to him speak. He asked the children a question about what was the easiest way to tell the packs apart and William quickly piped up with the answer. She wondered how long William could hold out before he started bouncing up and down. She giggled softly at the thought and when he started saying they'd go to a scent marker so they could tell the difference, she looked over at Justin again. He was still being surly, but instead, he was looking straight at Darren.
Raquel sighed and when Darren turned to their group and said they were ready when they were, she straightened slightly. Her father nodded and said, "this way then," he flashed the children a grin before he turned and started walking. Jackson and Lark followed him closely and then Justin grudgingly trudged after them. Shaking her head, she glanced at Darren and the children before she jogged slightly to catch up to Justin. "Can you stop being so grumpy?" she hissed and he glared at her. "We're here to help, not stand back, be moody and glare at everyone," she told him. He huffed. "I didn't want to come to this stupid thing anyway. This is so a waste of my time," he grumbled. Raquel shook her head and elbowed him lightly in the side, "if you don't want to start being nice, go home. But make sure you video record it once your father finds out. He really won't be happy. Actually, i'd think he wouldn't be too impressed if he found out you weren't being a productive, supportive member of the team, either," she threatened with a smirk. His eyes widened slightly before they narrowed into slits as he glared at her. "You wouldn't," he stated, though it came out more like a question. "Try me," Raquel challenged and Justin stared at her for a moment before he sighed in defeat and ran a hand over his face, "you love it when I get into trouble, don't you?" he muttered and she smiled sweetly. "No," she said and paused, "I love it when he's disappointed in you. You're always so depressed when that happens. Those moments are pure glee for me. I do hate you after all," she told him, her tone sickly sweet. He glared at her again and she smiled. For anyone who didn't know the two or didn't hear the conversation, they'd probably think they were having a friendly conversation - like friends. Maybe more. But they would be wrong.
Raquel looked back at Darren, watching him for a moment before she gave him a small wave and then looked back at Justin. "Remember - friendly," she told him before she jogged to catch up with Jackson and Lark, squeezing herself between the two much taller twins. They looked down at her and Jackson nudged her with his shoulder as Lark ruffled her hair and she laughed gently before she smoothed out of now messy hair. A few minutes later, her father stopped and so did they. He turned and waited for Darren and his group. "One of our scent markers are just over there," he told them, gesturing to the trees a little distance to the left.
Raquel sighed and when Darren turned to their group and said they were ready when they were, she straightened slightly. Her father nodded and said, "this way then," he flashed the children a grin before he turned and started walking. Jackson and Lark followed him closely and then Justin grudgingly trudged after them. Shaking her head, she glanced at Darren and the children before she jogged slightly to catch up to Justin. "Can you stop being so grumpy?" she hissed and he glared at her. "We're here to help, not stand back, be moody and glare at everyone," she told him. He huffed. "I didn't want to come to this stupid thing anyway. This is so a waste of my time," he grumbled. Raquel shook her head and elbowed him lightly in the side, "if you don't want to start being nice, go home. But make sure you video record it once your father finds out. He really won't be happy. Actually, i'd think he wouldn't be too impressed if he found out you weren't being a productive, supportive member of the team, either," she threatened with a smirk. His eyes widened slightly before they narrowed into slits as he glared at her. "You wouldn't," he stated, though it came out more like a question. "Try me," Raquel challenged and Justin stared at her for a moment before he sighed in defeat and ran a hand over his face, "you love it when I get into trouble, don't you?" he muttered and she smiled sweetly. "No," she said and paused, "I love it when he's disappointed in you. You're always so depressed when that happens. Those moments are pure glee for me. I do hate you after all," she told him, her tone sickly sweet. He glared at her again and she smiled. For anyone who didn't know the two or didn't hear the conversation, they'd probably think they were having a friendly conversation - like friends. Maybe more. But they would be wrong.
Raquel looked back at Darren, watching him for a moment before she gave him a small wave and then looked back at Justin. "Remember - friendly," she told him before she jogged to catch up with Jackson and Lark, squeezing herself between the two much taller twins. They looked down at her and Jackson nudged her with his shoulder as Lark ruffled her hair and she laughed gently before she smoothed out of now messy hair. A few minutes later, her father stopped and so did they. He turned and waited for Darren and his group. "One of our scent markers are just over there," he told them, gesturing to the trees a little distance to the left.