"Right, that's why you looked so pissed off about it." Emmett commented, rolling his eyes. He felt the wave of foreign anger roll across his mind but ignored it. "As long as I get to kill you firs." He agreed with a mock smile. He stepped forward, returning to the position he had been before she had pushed him back, getting just as in her face as she had been in his, maybe even more now that they were almost pressed against one another. "Good." He growled back.
He was almost glad that they were interrupted by a whistle and Russel calling them all into the living room. He didn't know what he would have done next and after the kiss earlier, he didn't quite trust himself with it. He stepped back with a huff, pulling on his shirt and walking out of the bedroom and down the hall to the living room, not bothering to close the door behind him.
Once in the living room he plopped down onto the middle of the large white sofa. "What's going on?" he asked, only having got about half of the conversation.
"I'm game. Anything to get out of this house." He said. He needed space, he was unable to just sit indoors all day everyday. He needed to change, he needed to run and he couldn't even remember the last time he'd been able to go out and just get pissed drunk at a bar with some strangers and just forget about everything else. Plus he wasn't so comfortable with the idea of some crazy ass creature living just outside their door, just waiting for one of them to go out alone so it could them.
"I'm in. I think its time we started fighting back."