The Were-King leaned lackadaisically against the door frame of Mira's bedroom, his knuckles lightly wrapping against the solid oak door. He hardly had to wait long before the door swung inwards, revealing the petite figure of the young fae girl that had taken a particular liking to visiting the Ark. A small simper crossed his features at the sight of the small child, her hair neatly curled around her porcelain features. It was the presence of a small ebony stone in her otherwise platinum hair, however, that stole the Alpha's attention - that stone was one he'd recognize anywhere, especially after seeing first hand the very substance that had resulted in that nearly delicate looking stone. Lava. His striking emerald eyes turned upwards towards the were-wolf that stood further within the depths of the bedroom, his gaze briefly meeting the bright golden hue of Mira's own amused irises before the sound of Maeve's voice pulled his attention back towards the young fae girl. "Thank you." He murmured softly, before offering the young woman a compliment in return, "You look lovely, Maeve." He watched as the girl offered him a small curtsy only to look up at him with those light amethyst eyes. Tetradore's head bobbed ever so slightly in response to her question, the man more than content to let the child lead the way back down those stairs and towards the hull of the Ark.

It was already beginning to get late, the bar surely going to open in the next hour. Already, Tetradore could feel the anticipation within the air as his staff hurried about with their last-minute tasks. Briefly, his vivid irises glanced over his establishment, ensuring everything seemed as it should before his attention returned to the fae child at the sound of her melodic voice. His eyebrows furrowed together ever so slightly in consideration and yet, truthfully, he had scarcely an idea of where the pair might dine for the evening. During his youth, Tetradore had never truly dined out, and as an adult, the staff at the Ark often saw to the majority of the meals from the pack. Those moments in which he ventured from the cargo ship in search of food a true rarity. "Uh...I guess we could go back to Red on the Water..." He commented, the tavern the only true place he knew of to have that dish they both enjoyed, though even it paled in comparison to pasta his own faux-father had made him countless times before. "This way, Maeve." He gestured lightly away from the exit of the Ark, the man hardly desiring to walk all the way to the East side in those dressier shoes when there were a plethora of sports cars at his disposal. He maneuvered easily down those hallways towards the garage he spent a large part of his free time within - the lights still on from the hour before. Tetradore ensured Maeve was behind him as he pulled a key off the corkboard on the wall, selecting a car with remarkable ease.

His finger lightly pressed against the key fob, the McLaren's headlights flashing to life. The Were-King led her towards the vehicle, opening up the passenger side door for the young girl to slide into the luxurious leather seats. It was only once she was inside that Tetradore closed the door behind her, moving easily to the driver's side to fall into the embrace of the vehicle. "Seatbelt." He said simply to the child, even though he suspected Maeve largely was aware of such basic safety rules. His key effortlessly slid into the ignition, the engine turning over with a roar as the vehicle rumbled to life beneath his fingertips. The city, after all, awaited them, even if Tetradore himself had scarcely an idea of what to do with Maeve's birthday dinner.

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