Faolan answered some questions, mostly about when junk food was ok to be eaten. He smelled prey again. Of course, over all of the children, it was hard to figure out if it was a smell he recognized or one he didn't. He rubbed his nose and looked around. Out around normal people, he usually smelled prey. They all smelled like prey. Everyone was lesser to him and they needed to be shown it...
Sylvester caught the look in his brother's eyes and clapped. "Alright, kids! We're going to go play a game! Who can name the most fruits and vegetables! Whoever wins gets a gold star, ok?" When all of the kids cheered and ran off to the produce section, he walked up to his brother, frowning and taking the kid off his shoulders. {You need some fresh air, Faolan.} He said in Gaelic, frowning at his brother.
{I caught a whiff of something...}
{Yeah, Lacey. She just walked past. Go outside. I'll handle the kids.} He turned to the boy in his arms and grinned. "Come on. I bet you can name a few, huh?" He asked happily, walking off to the other kids.
Faolan huffed and dug some cigarettes out of his jacket, walking outside. He leaned up against a pillar and sighed, lighting up one of the cigarettes. Mostly, he smoked to kill his sense of smell. Then there was the whole addiction thing, but mostly he only grabbed a cigarette when there were too many scents around, too many rabbits hopping around in the garden, as it were. He put his head back against the pillar and closed his eyes, blowing the smoke out his nose, trying to calm himself down.
((So, usually when I rp and someone's speaking in a language besides English or whatever the common language is, I use < and it's opposite around it...but iwaku apparently doesn't like that, so...anything said {like this} instead of "this" is going to be Gaelic. >.> hope that makes sense lol))
