Finn laughed, glancing over at Dakota with a fond look on her face. "Aw come on, I bet you're not
that bad," she said lightly, nodding her head along to the music and doing her best attempt at dancing in her seat at a red light. She was a pretty guarded person, yet she didn't really care what others thought of her because she knew they didn't really know who she was, but around Dakota, she felt like she could be as silly as she wanted without having to put up some tough front like she normally did with strangers. "I remember when I was in high school, this dude at talent show went up to sing this song and completely ruined it. Everyone gave him shit the next day for it. I bet you're better than poor Jimmy Wells."
At his question, Finn smirked at him and shrugged. "I've got a motorcycle," she replied casually, "And a half sleeve of tattoos." As of now, Finn's
flannel was keeping it covered, otherwise it'd be easier to tell Finn and Grace apart from each other, the other difference just being their hair. Finn casually slipped off the flannel on her right arm, revealing some of the colorful ink before pulling it back up. "What about you? Got something you're hiding?"
She was really beginning to like Dakota, especially because he was such a chill person. If the rest of the people living in the area were like him, Finn would have no problem adjusting to life around here.
"Grace and I used to work as waitresses at a restaurant back home but we quit so we could move here. We haven't started looking for any new jobs yet but we need to. We have the house basically paid off but we still have utilities to pay for, plus an internet bill once we get that in."
Noah scoffed when Grace said she hoped everyone would like them. "Everyone
will love you," he reassured with a huge grin, knowing how the pack was. They were always wary of humans but if they were friends of Noah's or Dakota's, then everything was smooth sailing. He rolled his eyes playfully at her sweet looking expression, already feeling so comfortable with this girl. He wasn't sure were these feelings were coming from, but he wasn't fighting it at all.
"And how could I ever say no to that face?" Noah asked, "Fine, I'll go get more bricks and hope my back doesn't give out." He murmured, walking out of the room to go retrieve more boxes to put in the house.
There was something about Grace that made his stomach feel tight and his wolf relaxed. Maybe it was her scent doing something to him, yet he couldn't be absolutely positive. He was looking forward to having her live in the neighborhood, especially if it meant being able to talk and joke around and have a good time just like they were right now. If he could keep that smile on her face, he'd carry as many boxes as she needed. Noah grabbed another load of boxes and carried them inside, grateful that they all belonged in Grace's room so he could pretend to be hurt. He dropped them down and placed a hand on his lower back, an expression of mock pain on his face.
"Oh my old back, I can't carry on much longer. But how could I ever say no to that face!"