Andrew sat down carefully, cautiously, taking his time. The chair creaked under him, clearly as old as the rest of the house. It was ornate, with hand carved designs in the arms and legs of the chair, with nice upholstery done to make it semi comfortable.
Andrew had a feeling that they thought it was an uncomfortable chair, but Andrew, as they should have known, didn't start his life in the lap of luxury. If they had watched his interview, they would know that.
Andrew wasn't sure if they had fully watched it. His gut feeling was that they hadn't.
The two who looked like Kim adjusted in their spots next to the matriarch while the not quite a brunette man settled down on the couch across from who he was assuming was his grandparents. Now that Andrew had a chance to look at him, he did vaguely look like him. He let off some smell, so maybe he was an alpha of some kind.
