The kid who opens the door is very tall and very thin and very white (with dark hair and dark eyes), and thickly accented with something European - an exchange student, maybe. "T, your dad's girlfriend is here with food! No McDonald's, though. Pizza and stuff, and something about an accident."
"What are you talking about? My dad doesn't have a girlfriend." To his credit, Jacob is instantly on guard; perhaps it would do his father proud to see how ready the boy is to defend their home, to do whatever needs to be done. Maybe he'd realize that all the training was taking hold after all. And of course, he's not as tall as the boy who answered the door (Jacob slides in at around six feet even, an inch or so taller than his dad, Stretch, who answered the door, is more like 6'5), nor as white, nor are his eyes as dark (though his hair is, but is anything but the straight, well behaved mop of the exchange student, instead flowing out from his head in wild curls). He's also more muscled, and more wary until he sees who it is.
And snorts. "That's not my dad's girlfriend, she's Kalen's - one of my dad's students. Go hand out food," he finishes, those blue eyes that are darker than his father's but no less intense pinned on the Virtual Adept. And again to his credit, the other boy obeys without question despite the lack of obvious command, and no tingle of magic. Steeped in magic and lore, then, but not Awakened. "What happened? Do I need to worry about something coming here?" The question comes when they're as alone as they can be with a gang of high school kids not far from where they stand in the entry way, back in that open living/dining/kitchen area. That he's dismissive and disdainful of anything in which his father is involved is, perhaps, a given from the interaction Grace witnessed when she was here before. But this near-stranger showing up at his door is cause enough to take it a bit more seriously than he might otherwise.
"What are you talking about? My dad doesn't have a girlfriend." To his credit, Jacob is instantly on guard; perhaps it would do his father proud to see how ready the boy is to defend their home, to do whatever needs to be done. Maybe he'd realize that all the training was taking hold after all. And of course, he's not as tall as the boy who answered the door (Jacob slides in at around six feet even, an inch or so taller than his dad, Stretch, who answered the door, is more like 6'5), nor as white, nor are his eyes as dark (though his hair is, but is anything but the straight, well behaved mop of the exchange student, instead flowing out from his head in wild curls). He's also more muscled, and more wary until he sees who it is.
And snorts. "That's not my dad's girlfriend, she's Kalen's - one of my dad's students. Go hand out food," he finishes, those blue eyes that are darker than his father's but no less intense pinned on the Virtual Adept. And again to his credit, the other boy obeys without question despite the lack of obvious command, and no tingle of magic. Steeped in magic and lore, then, but not Awakened. "What happened? Do I need to worry about something coming here?" The question comes when they're as alone as they can be with a gang of high school kids not far from where they stand in the entry way, back in that open living/dining/kitchen area. That he's dismissive and disdainful of anything in which his father is involved is, perhaps, a given from the interaction Grace witnessed when she was here before. But this near-stranger showing up at his door is cause enough to take it a bit more seriously than he might otherwise.