Posts by PIERCE P.

”A stable relationship has to be built on trust, doesn’t it?” came Pierce’s soft voice once he’d managed to collect himself in the bushes. He’d m arrived back at camp after out checking the border, expecting to find his daughter waiting for him and maybe show her one of the things he had done as a kid - paint, pick flowers, make flower crowns, and the like -, but she’d been nowhere to be seen. Part of him told him to stay calm, that she was perfectly fine, but the more obsessive, paranoid part screamed at him to get going, to make sure she hadn’t gotten into any trouble. He didn’t know if the other kids would accept and be nice to her, if she was with them, due to her inability to play msot of their games, or if there were any dangers in the forest that she might come across. A drop-off in the forest, a bit of the island where there was no invisible wall protecting it, an enemy, a feral animal- hell, even a raptor. The list went on and on, and every last idea absolutely terrified Pierce. Not his little girl. He’d worked so, so hard to keep her healthy, to keep her safe, after what happened to her siblings. And what did she do? She wandered off alone. He knew staying in camp could be boring, but he always encouraged her to go seek out Hana, or Chess, or Anti, not run off on her own. Maybe she was with one of them? God, he hoped so.

Her scent was fairly easy to pick up, and he’d followed it to the small group of people, including his daughter. He didn’t realize he’d been holding his breath practically the whole time until he arrived there, forcing an exhale as he fixed his emerald gaze on Clementine through the trees. She was fine. She was fine. He repeated the words in his head until his heartbeat slowed and his breaths returned to normal and he stepped through the trees, quietly placing himself by the little white serval who so resembled her missing father. “Deep breaths, my love,” he reminded her softly after his initial comment, taking note of the slight wheeze to her breath. He wouldn’t dwell on the subject, though, despite the frown that threatened to form on his lips. “Trust comes with time,” the vice-leader went on, not going deeper into his previous words. “Miss Daisy will learn to trust you if you have patience.” Pierce, himself, had never had a pet, but the stab of pain he felt at the memory of Everett and his little mice was raw, and he felt his throat close for a moment, blinking back tears as he forced a smile onto his lips. No need to upset his child, now, was there? “Maybe you could try a different treat for her?” He wasn’t sure what he had on him, but he shouldered off his satchel and offered it to the little girl regardless, allowing her to handle the situation herself, for the most part.

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Pierce had decided to stay home with Clementine today. He had things to do, but really, they could wait a day, couldn’t they? A little girl couldn’t grow up without her father, especislly since the other one... wasn’t exactly there. He was allowed to take a day with his family every once in a while. So, he had. He had slept in, and then fed himself and his kids, and let Anyigone run off to do whatever he did during the day, warning him to be extra careful after what had happened and not stray too far from camp alone, and now Pierce and Clem were alone. They’d just sat around for a bit, relaxing, but Pierce was quick to get antsy after being still for so long - after all his time working for the clan, he’d gotten used to moving around a lot. So, he’d grabbed one of his sketchbooks and settled down, but it wasn’t long before Clementine, too, grew bored. Already engrossed in his art, Pierce wouldn’t notice her little form as she moved toward him, assuming she was content to play with some of the toys and crafts he had given her.

CLEMENTINE P.G.  

//sksksksksks rushed + mobile

”Where are you two going?” Pierce questioned as he approached Fadingmoon and Ghost at a leisurely pace, a friendly smile on his lips. Most of the time, newcomers turned down tours, but it was good to see he was going to learn his way around the territory. After living in Blizzardclan for over a year, Pierce was sure he could navigate the place with his eyes closed, but they had to start somewhere, right? He used to get lost all the time as a kid. Drawing to an easy halt near his clanmates, he couldn’t help but feel as if he was intruding on something, but nonetheless, the serval went on to ask softly, “Do you guys mind if I follow along?” Of course, he wouldn’t blame them for denying his request - it would be nice and all, but he understood not wanting to spend time with somene such as himself.

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"Antigone," Pierce uttered his son's full name softly as he approached, his lip twitching ever so slightly at the interaction between Jerseyboy and Anti - he had to admit, he didn't like the guy around his kids, and if he knew that the young Parker was actually fond of him, he'd get quite the lecture. He was growing up, sure, but he was still Pierce's son, and Jersey was still, well, Jersey. Pierce had warned Clem and Anti about people like him, but not him in particular; maybe he should bring that up.

For now, though, the vice-leader would settle for the slight tenseness in his jaw as he came to stand beside the little white feline, forcing a gentle smile onto his features. "How are you feeling, my love?" He was still fixed on finding whoever had hurt his boy, but for now, he just had to take care of him. "And I don't wanna hear anything dramatic." He shot Judithix a quick, friendly smile of greeting, not wanting to be rude, or anything, though he quickly turned back to Antigone, a soft, perhaps slightly forced, laugh escaping his lips at the boy's words. He... was a little slow when it came to his boy's joking phrases, simply because they were often made in the strangest situations and so obscure, though he still wasn't sure if the kid was always serious or not. "You fought a dragon?" Pierce would question, raising a brow slightly. "That sounds like quite a feat, hon."

Valentine's Day was a tragic day for Pierce. Nothing in particular had happened to him on that day, but after the recent loss of his boyfriend - or, it'd been a few months ago, now -, the whole idea of the holiday wasn't nearly as inviting as it had been back at Christmastime. He missed Everett so, so much, and though he tried his best not to think about him, he knew seeing all the happy couples, and heart balloons and boxes of chocolate, would only make the memories resurface and remind him of what could have been. Though a Valentine's Day dance could be fun, he didn't have anyone to bring, and it'd be depressing to go alone, so he settled for staying home. If Antigone planned on going, though, he'd probably follow along, at least for the trip there and back, to make sure he stayed safe, and everything.

"Antigone Parker," were the first words to leave Pierce's maw as he arrived on the scene, his lips forming a deep, stern frown of disapproval. "What have I told you about your language?" The serval was a little bit too much of a pushover when it came to his kids to really punish them, but he sure as hell could scold them. He didn't care how old Annie was- as long as he lived in his home, especially as a child, Pierce expected him to watch his mouth. After gazing upon his son for a moment more, who he placed himself beside, he fixed his emerald visionaries on Steve, allowing a brief smile to cross previously darker features. "Sounds like fun," he offered lightheartedly, his tail waving momentarily behind him. "I'm Pierce Parker, sir. It's nice to meet you." That was all he'd say, since Tavi had already accepted the invite.

Pierce was, honestly, excited for this. A chance to spend time with his kids, maybe even his friend, Hana, if she showed up? Of course it'd be fun. There'd be new people to meet, too, though he was a bit shy for that. For now, there was hardly anyone there, which he decided was good. It'd give him a chance to feel the place out before things got crazy, right? Coming over after Tavi, the vice-leader shot Cannon a bright smile. "This is lovely, Cannon!" he complimented, quietly surveying the area. It was really nice and warm in the tent, so much so that he was able to shed his red scarf, and it smelled really nice. "How long did it take you?"

Another leadership change? The Empire seemed to have been struggling ever since Jaelynn died and her daughter, Viera, stepped up. It was a tragedy, really, that a group that had once been so strong and respectable had fallen so low, but Pierce had high hopes that Summersend would be able to revive the Empire and restore it to its former glory. Arriving after Owen, he offered the newly appointed Queen a sweet smile. "I'm, ah... sure you'll do a great job," he told her warmly, his tail giving a small, friendly wave behind him. "Pierce Parker, Miss Summersend. It's nice to meet you!"

Imperia- Pierce remembered her. She was Blizzardclan’s kind former medic, Jacob’s big sister, Jersey’s girlfriend... she was not someone he ever thought of, but the vague memory of the canine remained in his mind. Elegant, beautifu, softly-spoken. He didn’t miss her - he couldn’t miss someone he’d never really known -, but he did miss the memories she carried with her. Memories of his sister, her former mentor. Of Jacob, the little sweetie who used to live in Blizzardclan, even of Jerseyboy, who she’d managed to keep from being a huge dick all the time. Unfortunately, he’d gone back to his old ways after she left. No surprise there, but things had been easier with her around. She was a kind face, and life had been so simple back then. He’d still had Rid, for some of the time she was there. He had yet to have his heart broken, his paws stained with blood, or even have to worry about his kids, though he loved them dearly. Those times were long gone, though, and he’d suspected she was too.

Of course, he didn’t recognize the femme at the stairs, perhaps possessing similar traits to the Peri he had known, but he had hardly known her, and the confidence she now possessed threw him off even more. So, the sight of the wolf was just... familiar, in an eery sort of way, since he couldn't quite place what was familiar about it. Despte his mild unease, the vice-leader approached after Tavi, his usual warm smile fecorating freckled features. He’d changed too - he was in an entirely different, female, body, he’d had kids, been in love, killed his best friend... that changed a man, for sure. Maybe it showed, in his eyes, but he looked as young and friendly as ever, sans a few scars he’d left behind on his old body. “Hi there, miss,” he greeted softly, placing himself beside the Paladin. “I’m Pierce.” He’d leave it at that, though, waiting for Imperia to speak.

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Pierce arrived next, not quite late, but definitely not early, and paused for a moment, searching the crowd for the familiar chocolate form of Hana, or the- oh, there they are. Raising a paw to wave briefly at his two children, the vice-leader was quick to approach them, greeting the two of them with a gentle nudge and a wordless purr, though he did pause to straighten Clementine’s bow only slightly, his touches gentle and his eyes filled with warmth and affection. He took a seat, however, when Aleksei began speaking, gently leaning into Clem’s little for as he focused on the young leader. It was a bit odd to finally see him out of his panda body, after knowing him in it for so long now, but he was certainly more used to this one- it’d just take a couple days to adjust, and besides, he knew it was harder for the Targaryen-Nygma himself. Mention of the Valentine’s Day dance made Pierce’s ears tilt back slightly, but he managed to keep his smile on his lips, tail curling a bit tighter around his paws as he waited for Aleksei to go on.

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//don't apologize !! it looks great !

As a kid, Pierce... hadn't really had a purpose. He'd been someone's pet. He hadn't done anything. Once he came to Blizzardclan, though, he'd been given a purpose. He had people to take care of, friends he'd try (and usually fail, but it was the thought that counted, right?) to protect, and, soon enough, a job to do. He strived to have a purpose, afraid if he didn't have someone to watch over or duties to carry out, he'd lose his grip on things - not that it was very tight in the first place. He had kids now. He took care of them, and of his dearest friend, Hana. He watched over the clan, did everything he could to protect his clanmates, even those he didn't particularly like. It gave him... worth, in a way, because without them, he'd be nothing; just a lonely artist wasting away in his empty home. Even when he didn't have anyone, he had his work, and that was at least something. He liked to think he'd found his purpose - he had his family, and his position -, but ever since Everett's disappearance, something had been missing, as if someone had taken a chunk out of his chest, one that even his love for his kids and Hana couldn't fill.

The effeminate serval arrived after Jerseyboy, fixing his green gaze on Tequilakisses as a gentle smile graced his features. He'd only ever heard two languages spoken aloud, aside from English, in his lifetime; French, which he spoke a bit of and many old clanmates of his had, too, and Italian, one that both Jersey and a different old clanmate of his spoke. Though some words in the stranger's language would certainly be familiar to both Pierce and Jersey, considering how similar the three languages were, the only one the serval was able to guess was her first one, "qui" being one of the few French words that remained clear in his mind. "I'm, uh, Pierce," he introduced simply, his little smile remaining on his lips- even if she didn't know English, he was sure she'd still be able to realize he was referring to himself.

Oh? The slender feline raised a brow as the lovely girl before him introduced herself, his smile warming ever so slightly. They'd never been friends, no, but he had nothing but good memories of her, and someone familiar was always a breath of fresh air - it'd been so long since he'd seen anyone from his old life, before everything was fucked up. Things were coming back together, but a familiar face was nice, for sure. "It's great to see you again," he returned softly with his usual dog-like wave of his tail, his green gaze quickly flicking over her form. New body- it wasn't good or bad. Just different. "Are you staying here?" Maybe he should have expected the question that was coming- they were people she cared about, after all. Her family. Still, it hadn't really crossed his mind.

"Have you seen Jacob or Lottie?"

Lottie. Technically, Pierce had seen her, recently, but he still couldn't tell if it had just been a dream or some sort of bridge between whatever afterlife his dear sister was in and the real world. Jacob, though- after Pierce dropped his dual-alliance with Sunclan, he hadn't seen the kid again. He had no idea where the little husky was, but he could only hope he was okay. Pierce's mouth went dry at the mention of his sibling, his stomach twisting. No one had really spoken of her to him in months. He'd told Clem and Annie stories about their Aunt Iselotta, sure, but that was it. "I-" he paused, clenching his jaw as he focused on Peri. "I haven't seen Jacob in... a while. I'm sure he's fine- last I checked he was, uh, traveling the clans, I think. He was doing really well last time I saw him, though." And it was true; the boy's mental health had been improving drastically, and Pierce could only hope he was feeling even better now. There was a small pause, and the dappled vice-leader took a deep, somewhat shaky breath, managing to utter, "L-Lottie's, um, she-" how was he supposed to word this? "Lottie's... gone." It'd been months since her death, now- he'd almost forgotten no one really knew about it.

The smell of Bloodclan - or, the Sanguine Ruins - was familiar to Pierce. He really didn't like the clan anymore, not after what one of the Warlords there had done to his sister. It had been out of self-defense, of course, but that didn't mean he had to like it. Lottie was dead because of one of them, and he just preferred to not have anything to do with that. It was too much. He was aware that Hana's children were there, of course - they had talked a lot before she left, him warning her that she may regret her decision to give them up, but of course he didn't argue with her. They were her babies; she could do what she liked with them, as long as they were safe. Although he knew they and their adopted family were in the Ruins, he really hadn't expected one of them to show up at the border.

He approached after Tavi despite his discomfort with the clan, plastering a smile onto his maw as he stepped forth, though the warm smile forced onto his lips slipped at the sight of the little girl. Not nearly as little as she had been when he met her, resting with her three sisters and wonderful mother, but still small. She was Clem's age- Clem's cousin, but they would never know that, would they? Not by blood, but he knew, had they stayed with Hana, they would have grown up to be quite close with his dearest Clementine. The little Ruiner was so beautiful, just like her mother, and Pierce knew she was going to grow up to be a wonderful person, even without the influence of her mom. The vice-leader was lost for words for a moment; Jimin. This was Jimin. She had known him, when she was first born - he had been there soon after her birth, to console her mother, but of course there was no way she would remember that. Had he and Hana been the only Blizzardclanners to know her? It seemed to line up like that, since he was sure no one else had- maybe Chesspieces, but even that seemed unlikely.

"I-" it was difficult to find words, but he forced his smile back onto his face, his shoulders relaxing as he picked up his usual facade. "Ah, sorry little miss- got something caught in my throat," he covered up smoothly, taking on the usual kind expression he would with any other young stranger. "I'm Pierce. It's quite a journey from your home to Blizzardclan, isn't it?" Had she traveled alone? She was just a little kid, but he supposed things worked differently in the Sanguine Ruins. "Might I ask for your name, love?" He couldn't help but wonder if Hana told the girl's parents their original names, or if they'd been renamed- he supposed he'd find out.

How much guiltier Pierce would feel if he knew how Clementine truly felt. Of course, he felt bad about how controlling he was already, but she was just a little girl- weren’t all fathers protective of their children? Everytime the little bow-wearing girl wandered off, he couldn’t help but remember the three little bodies he had put into the ground the very day she was born, his hysterical screams at Chesspieces to revive his little girl before she became another scrap of fur he’d have to cover with dirt. Her lungs- they were still so weak, so fragile, and perhaps she couldn’t yet understand it, but someday, she would. Maybe, just maybe, she’d be thankful he’d kept her safe, but if that was ever not the case, that was okay, too. As long as he had her with him, everything was okay. No matter how upset or how happy she was, everything would be okay as long as she was safe

The tranquil serval had been working on a drawing of Clem’s other father, despite his constant reminders to himself to not think of the other wildcat. Thought of Everett always made Pierce so sad, but he was so handsome, an dmaybe, if Pierc emanaged to make a good enough picture, he’d be able to show Clementine how wonderful her Papa really was. Every time, though, something came out wrong, if only slightly; his smile was not quite bright enough, his nose too big, his eyes too small... the vice-leader feared he’d never be able to capture his ex-boyfriend’s majesty, but that didn’t stop him from trying. And try he did- at least, until a small paw was placed atop his head. Pierce glanced up to Clementine as she addressed him, quickly snapping his sketchbook shut and shifting to focus more closely on his daughter. He chose not to sit up for now, so as to stay on the same eye-level as her. “Bored?” he echoed, his gaze flicking over to her blocks, and puzzles, and coloring books. Of course she was. That was all he’d ever given her to play with. “I see,” he would continue, a smile finding its way to his lips as he reached over to straighten the tiny serval’s lovely green bow. “You know, there’s this one place I’ve been meaning to show you for a while now.” His little girl was a bright child, one that always seemed to like to learn, and books- well, he’d been reading to her ever since she was tiny, and had an affinity for them himself. “It’s a bit of a journey, though, honey. You sure you’re up for it?” he added, although he already knew what her answer would be.

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Pierce was, quite honestly, excited for this. Whenever his fur was smudged with paint and he had his brushes in his paws, one knew life was good. That, or he was sitting in the dark of his home, crying over a depressing vent painting he had made. That had been more common lately, but right now, he was happy, a bright smile stretching across his lips as he raised a paw to his face, accidentlaly smudging his cheek with a streak of yellow paint. He’d told Clem to stay somewhere in the tent, but allowed her to wander off, trusting that with the large crowd, he’d be notified quickly if something were to happen, and there’d be dozens to help.

His booth was simply set up, with a wooden sign that read in curly cursive writing, Face painting ! hanging from the front and some wildflowers he’d picked glued to certain parts of it a pretty, artsy vibe. There were two pillows from behind the booth, one for him to sit on and the other for whoever’s face he’d be painting to sit on, and on the table were a ton of his gentle, non-toxic paints that were really pigmented stuck real well to fur. Now, all there was to do was wait for his first “customer”.

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Prismaticgaze had been only a little girl when Pierce knew her. Gentle, kind, unassuming. After she left, he hadn't thought of her again. It was strange like that, in Blizzardclan. You could have known someone their entire life, and they might disappear one day, but you'd think little of it, for there were always replacements filling the clan. It was funny, really, because what could be little to someone like Pierce could be catastrophic for another. Like Everett; he doubted anyone realized he was gone. No one had cared enough to notice his absence, and if they did, they certainly didn't think much of it. He didn't blame them, for he'd overlooked others' disappearances countless times. That was just how it worked. If there was no real reason to be worried, no one really cared.

He'd always liked the girl, though, even if he hadn't realized she was gone until her own family mentioned it. She was cute, and nice, and she'd been a good person to be around. He'd assumed she wasn't coming back, but there she was, a mask covering her face, though he didn't doubt there were eyes of gem beneath it, and now smelling quite strongly of the Renegades. Pierce wasn't heartless - her old friend and her father were dead and buried here, and it'd be a crime to make her leave her family's graves, her old home, just because of political alignment. "Pris," he uttered gently, "It's, uh, Pierce," the serval added quickly, in case she didn't recognize him in his slightly different body. "You- you should be careful around here. Most of us... aren't the kindest to people from your clan." They claimed they'd changed, but of course he was still suspicious. Prismaticgaze was an exception, though- although cautious, he had a feeling she really wasn't here to cause trouble.

Pierce... didn't quite understand possession. He'd only ever read stories about it, so to have it happen to people he knew was... weird. It was a foreign thing, despite all he'd experienced, and a bit difficult to understand. Still, that didn't stop him from trying to help those who had to deal with it, for even when he didn't understand something, the serval was naturally a very comforting person, one who spoke in soft, soothing tones and with honey-entwined words. He knew how to take care of people, and he was good at it; he always had been. It was difficult to know what Mike and Sugar were going through without going through it yourself, but Pierce sure as hell could try.

The serval, having been nearby when he heard Mike's paws crunching over snow as he raced in Sugarpop's direction, was quick to arrive, evident concern marring lovely features. "Li- Sugar?" he uttered quietly, stepping forward beside Mike. Oh, god, it was exactly the same as it had been for his young friend; her nose dripping with blood, an odd mark on her skin... "Hey, love, just breathe, okay?" Pierce offered, tempted to give her a comforting touch but not wanting to overstep his boundaries. "Here," he went on softly, reaching into his back and pulling out a small strip of fabric, "for if you wanna clean yourself up a little." It was pretty much all he could do, for now.

Vinny was first to approach Pierce’s booth, and a smile crossed his lips, tail giving a short wag as he focused on the other man, listening closely to his... rather odd request. The word “clown” still reminded him of Breadstick, who’d been around when he first joined, who’d turned out to be named Circusclown- Pierce didn’t know what was up with the fake name, but he was sure that had been a thing. “Clowns are scary,” Pierce commented with a lighthearted smile, looking over his paints. As long as he had enough white, he’d be good. “‘You want a scary clown or a cute one?” He could do both, but “cute” would be harder to pull off.

Next to arrive was Fading, and the effeminate wildcat glanced over to his fellow vice-leader, offering her a friendly grin, one that was so uncommon to see on his face anymore. A flower? Of course Pierce was excited to do that; those were the majority of what he painted, after all, so he knew it’d turn out pretty. “Ooh, sounds pretty,” he commented softly, setting out some red and white paints - those colors would work for Fading, too, though he grabbed a bit of purple, too, for shading. Once he had everything spread out before him, he spoke up again, “Vinny, you can come sit down. Fading- did you have any specific finds of flowers in mind?” Roses were his personal favorite to paint or draw, but he’d love to do whatever she asked.

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Pierce had been nearby when Mike burst from his home, ears perking forward and a somewhat fretful frown of worry finding its way to his maw. His whole family had been having trouble lately; Hana had become seemingly more recluse after giving up her kittens, Antigone had been attacked, and Clementine’s previous respiratory issues continued, and now Mike was struggling again, too? Pierce imagined possession and recovering from it must be difficult, but he still got nervous whenever he saw his young friend upset. “Mike,” he spoke up softly, reaching forward to gently brush the canine’s shoulder with his paw. Even with his friends, Pierce was an extremely physical person; hopefully Mike didn’t mind. “Is there... anything you wanna talk about.” His cheeks were damp - he’d been crying. Who the hell had made Mike Wheeler cry? Pierce gritted his teeth slightly at the thought of anyone doing this to his friends, but odds were, it was just becaude Mike was a teen- a teen wth a pretty hard life. Of course there’d be tears.

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//no worries !!

Pierce knew what it was like to lose someone you loved. He'd dealt with the pain so, so many times. There had been the initial loss of Riddlersgame, when he flew off the handle and started killing people Pierce cared about, or when Lottie went crazy as well and was murdered by the Ruiner she captured, when Everett disappeared, when he'd given birth to three stillborn children. The memories of all these people - or the memories he could have made - haunted him constantly, reminding him of all he had once had, the fact that he could never have them back causing him constant heartache. He missed them, all of them, even his babies, who he'd never known outside of the personalities he'd given them. They were all gone, dead - or as good as dead, in Ev's case -, and sometimes, he just didn't know what to do. It'd been bothering him more and more since Clementine was born and Lottie visited him in that dream, but he tried not to worry about it, which was why he'd gone out hunting when the thoughts hit him. He needed more practice in this body, anyway.

However, as he wandered back to camp, empty-handed, his emerald gaze fell on Mike, who looked a bit troubled, though that wasn't unusual. "Mike?" he spoke up, voice sweet and gentle, as usual. "You alright, man?" He sure as hell didn't look like it, but you could never really tell with that kid.

Irene was someone Pierce... kind of knew. He had encountered her a couple times during his short stay in Sunclan, and had of course met her again at her joining, but aside form that, he didn't know the girl- at all. Still, she seemed nice, and he liked her well enough. Maybe, if he got to know her, they could even be friends. Meeting someone he really trusted was a rarity nowadays; the only person he really had to talk to was Hana, since the rest of his usual company was his kids and Mike, who was also just a boy, someone who needn't have anyone else's issues shoved on him when he was struggling with his own. Having heard the femme's call, he approached after Fading and placed himself beside Mike, offering the other male a quick smile before he focused on Irene. "It's nice to see you again, Miss Irene," he greeted warmly, his smile remaining on his lips. "Pierce, if you don't remember. How're you doing?" He wasn't too sure what to ask, since this seemed like a pretty calm meet and greet without a real direction, so he decided to leave it at that and take a quick seat.