Quinton and Abigale
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As the cafe started to heat up a bit, and it was certainly getting quite full, Quinton decided to come back later, and he nudged Abigale out the cafe, before the...hormone filled cafe could explode over them. Abigale was too curious, and friendly for her own good, that she would probably try to help, and he didn't want her getting into trouble. He would simply jump up his list of things to do, and come back for lunch, or go somewhere else, later.
He held Abigale's hand, who glanced about everywhere they went, skipping and humming happily. "Where are we going, daddy?" She asked as Quinton took her a different way to where they had gone before in town. Quinton looked down at her, giving his daughter a smile, her eyes bright and happy.
"Well, We're going to go see the woman who offered us a position in her pack" Quinton knew that it would be a transition for Abigale, who had only ever had him as a authority figure, and there were times where Abigale could wrap him around her little finger. Having an Alpha, particularly a strong one, would be a new thing for her, and quinton wanted her to have time to adjust, and grow comfortable with pack dynamics, before she went through her first shift. He knew that was years away yet, but it could be as close as six years, and given that was as long as Abigale had been alive, he knew she would need time to learn about the rules within a pack.
He knew that Alessea worked in a garage, and had been pasted there before. He let his feet do the walking, keeping an eye on Abigale.
"You said she was called Alessea, right Daddy?" Abigale seemed to struggle with the name, prolonging the S's. Quinton smiled at her, at her pure adorableness. He nodded, then chuckled as she got all obessed over a puppy, the owner obligining allowing Abigale to pet and hug the puppy, who licked her face all over. Her laughed was like music to Quinton's ears, and he felt resolved in his decision to join the pack. It wasn't for him, but for Abigale. To keep her safe. She looked up at him cheerfully, and almost hopeful, "Can we get a puppy, Daddy? Pleeeeeaaaassseee. I promise I'll look after them...they're just so cute...and cuddly...and....pleaseeeeeee?"
She looked at him with what he could only describe as puppy dog eyes, turning on her charm. He couldn't resist her, and he glanced away, "Maybe, sweetie. Lets see how things go, the next couple of weeks, okay?" Abigale nodded, grinning, perhaps because she knew he had already caved in. She skipped along side him cheerfully, once more accepting his hand.
It was a nice walk, and Quinton picked Abigale up as they reached the garage.
"Alessea? It's Quinton"