Tetradore was leaned up against the ebony granite countertop of the breakfast bar in the new apartment he had just acquired. His arms were folded over his chest, his emerald gaze watching as the interior designer he hired directed the movers in order to ensure the brown leather sofa he bought was perfectly positioned. All around him there was activity - from the mattresses being carried into the shades on the harsh lights up ahead being installed and all of it was observed with only a passive interest. The sound of dishes behind him caught his attention briefly, his gaze briefly catching the eyes of the worker behind him and quickly the man apologized, making a point to be extra gentle afterwards. Despite the chaos that surrounded him, and despite his carefully concealed discomfort at the crowd, everything was going quite well. The apartment was slowly coming together into something relatively.....nice.

A small glimpse of approval crossed his features as the man nodded ever so slightly towards the interior designer, the woman catching the simple action all too easily and quickly she returned it with an enthusiastic grin. Thankfully, Tetradore was saved from providing the woman any further of his thoughts by the sound of his cell phone vibrating on the counter top. His eyebrows wrinkled ever so slightly at the glimpse of the name that danced across the screen. It was late, shouldn't she be at work? "Hello?" He inquired as he held the phone to his ear, listening in silence to the words that were spoken to him. For a moment, he hardly responded, considering the information provided to him. Uncontrollable shifting was....well....new. A soft sigh left his lips, "I'll be there soon." The man responded, hardly offering any other word before hanging up and fetching his keys from the countertop.

With the McLauren purring under his fingertips, it hardly took the man particularly long to make it from his newest property in what was by far the most upscale part of the westside to Samantha's dingy little apartment. A few stairs upwards and a knock later and Tetradore was greeted with the grateful look of Samantha and his sibling kneading the futon in the background. His eyebrow rose ever so slightly as he looked over the two before inquiring briefly, "What happened?"