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[hot_mess_express]

Who: Heroes
When: Day 36 night
Where: Back outside the train

[Well. You’re all in some kind of. State. A rather chagrined voice mutters on the wind;]

That isn’t quite how I envisioned it going…

[At any rate! There are new stars in the sky in ginger goldenrod, thyme apple and senna terracotta.

Well how are you all doing?]

Comments

[crimeson]

...Is it too much?

[fisherofmen]

. . . It's unpleasant. You won't want to see it.

[crimeson]

We're all pretty messed up...

1/2

[fisherofmen]

. . .

[fisherofmen]

You know, you sound like you're propositioning me. But I'm pretty small right now, so I can't really do anything all that exciting?

[crimeson]

... I'm a wolf?

[fisherofmen]

You can turn back, can't you?

[crimeson]

I can. Do you want me to?

[fisherofmen]

. . .

Do what you like. I don't care.

[crimeson]

... But you surely have a preference.

[fisherofmen]

[ stretching his arms out and above his head, before slumping against him - not quite relaxed ]

I don't.

[crimeson]

Not at all?

[fisherofmen]

I don't have things like that.

[ with a pause, some consideration ]

Well, though, this is pretty novel. This is fine.

[crimeson]

I'm not sure I'm keeping up...?

[fisherofmen]

You're fine as you are right now. Don't worry about it.

[crimeson]

...Okay...?

[he's worrying about it]

[fisherofmen]

. . .

I've never seen you turn into a wolf before, so it's interesting. I like it.

[ is that

better ]

[crimeson]

I thought it was pretty normal...? She said it like it was.

[fisherofmen]

[ ugh ugh uGH UGH UGH UGH UGH ]

. . . I woke up yesterday. I don't know anything about what's normal here.

[crimeson]

Oh.

[... he licks Cael's cheek. the real one. his aim might be a little off but he's trying.]

Sorry.

[fisherofmen]

[ closes his eye. it's okay you can lick. ]

Why are you apologizing . . .

[ with a little huff, and then - the illusion dispels, while he turns over to bury his face into the fur ]

[crimeson]

I didn't know.

[nuzzling at his hair, then]

[fisherofmen]

. . . I don't. . .

[ tucks his face more against him, mumbling ]

It was a secret.

[crimeson]

Was everything a secret?

[softly]

[fisherofmen]

. . . Who knows?