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February 8th, 2012Comments
"Hey, just...don't like, shut me out or anything gay like that, got it?" She said awkwardly. As if she was one to talk about shutting people out. It wouldn't do any good if Sam did though, especially due to his condition. "I ain't gonna stand for shit like that, I gotta protect what's mine, ya know?"
She grinned back, excited at the prospect of having a little secret group. "We'll ask Tatum once you tell her, sound good? She's all kinds of cute in that little bird form." Nodding she rubbed at her own stomach as it rumbled. "Quickly young padawan! Your master is ready to eat a cow!" She shooed him towards his dorm to get dressed impatiently.
"Got it," he nodded once. Keeping quiet about everything that bothered him had become a specialty of his. He was relieved to finally have someone to talk to about everything. It might help with the transformations and the wild wolf behavior. He just hoped to never hurt anyone else.
"Yeah, definitely sounds good," he nodded. "Ovenbird," he grinned. "And she can fly off if I get to be too much," he was somewhat relieved at that. A flash of her terrified face came into his mind and he had to close his eyes and shake it off. He scooted back toward the building, walking backward so that she didn't get the full moon. He couldn't help but laugh and fall further into their budding bromance when she made a star wars reference. "As you wish jedi master!" he hurried up to his room, which, to his dismay was completely dismantled, the door still slightly open. "The fuck?" he asked himself, stepping into the mess. Another quick flash of his memory, he had been looking for wolf's bane potion last night and found it too late. Sighing, he tip toed through the mess and picked up a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, they smelled clean and looked relatively well enough. Finding two matching shoes was a little bit trickier but he managed to grab two Converse sneakers (albeit they didn't match). He practically ran down the stairs and joined Mack in the parking lot again, feeling a little more comfortable now that he was fully dressed but his body was sore as hell from the night before. "Breakfast is on me," he said. "I caused unnecessary duress," he was a bit shame faced. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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