[Hands fluttering together in front of him David steps beyond the sad excuse for a foyer and wonders when Mutt is going to return from his pine cone journey, or whatever the Hell Alexis had said he was doing. David sidles around the corner of a makeshift cabinet thing and props his elbows on the counter, watching in obvious interest as Rafe reaches up and something shiny catches his eye.

Not unlike a magpie who spent a good portion of his teens bedazzling things David shares a few mhms of agreement, trying to get a better look.]

It's not like Mutt has anything worth stealing anyway.

[He grimaces briefly at the interior decor, but stays on-topic.]

Also, is that a fucking gun strapped to your belt or are you accessorizing with mother-of-pearl now?