[ Having wolves so different from them around has been pretty interesting, even if the Hales amongst them spend most of their time in the typical Forks weather scowling at the air around them. Jacob finds it fairly entertaining, after the introductions are doled out and they're welcomed into their territory for a stay that involves a lot of mutual learning. Their partial shifts are weird looking and at first he thinks they're kind of ridiculous, but at the end of the day they'd still be pretty useful and it's sort of fascinating to learn the differences between them. Their pack dynamics seem pretty similar, to a degree, though.
But the one thing he takes the most interest in is a person, and seeing how often he can make her crack a smile instead of perpetually frowning. Cora is smaller than Leah, but he's pretty sure she's about as fierce and maybe twice as tenacious. He's probably playing with fire in this regard, but it's just easy to poke fun at her, until she finally either humors him or snaps. And while he doesn't know which one he likes more, he does really enjoy the fact that she's not one to bullshit, and that she's not in the least bit humbled by the fact that he's an alpha or twice her size.
Her room is a familiar place by this point, just as familiar is she is, and at the moment he's distracted by the lights above them. Honestly, Jacob likes them; they're bright in a way that Forks rarely ever is, like the Beacon Hills that he gets her to talk about with enough pestering. While he's used to his dreary Washington home, he grew up with it and hasn't really known anything else but cloudy skies and rocky cliffs. A part of him would like to see if he can take his pack to California for a while, to see the place he only knows from stories. Mostly, he just wants to see what Cora used to call her home, before things changed for the worst. Details aren't ever really shared, but he notices the way she stops talking about certain things, shuts them down and moves onto something else or just gets up and leaves.
So far into his thoughts, drifting from the girl he can feel moving next to him to what he can show her about Forks to prove it's not all dreary monotone and boredom to her again, he doesn't realize why she's moving until he's whacked with a pillow.
It makes him jolt upright a little and onto his elbows, spluttering surprise. ] What was that for?
Shhh just let it out.
But the one thing he takes the most interest in is a person, and seeing how often he can make her crack a smile instead of perpetually frowning. Cora is smaller than Leah, but he's pretty sure she's about as fierce and maybe twice as tenacious. He's probably playing with fire in this regard, but it's just easy to poke fun at her, until she finally either humors him or snaps. And while he doesn't know which one he likes more, he does really enjoy the fact that she's not one to bullshit, and that she's not in the least bit humbled by the fact that he's an alpha or twice her size.
Her room is a familiar place by this point, just as familiar is she is, and at the moment he's distracted by the lights above them. Honestly, Jacob likes them; they're bright in a way that Forks rarely ever is, like the Beacon Hills that he gets her to talk about with enough pestering. While he's used to his dreary Washington home, he grew up with it and hasn't really known anything else but cloudy skies and rocky cliffs. A part of him would like to see if he can take his pack to California for a while, to see the place he only knows from stories. Mostly, he just wants to see what Cora used to call her home, before things changed for the worst. Details aren't ever really shared, but he notices the way she stops talking about certain things, shuts them down and moves onto something else or just gets up and leaves.
So far into his thoughts, drifting from the girl he can feel moving next to him to what he can show her about Forks to prove it's not all dreary monotone and boredom to her again, he doesn't realize why she's moving until he's whacked with a pillow.
It makes him jolt upright a little and onto his elbows, spluttering surprise. ] What was that for?