[As if it wasn't bad enough having a giant wolf maul him, it'd spent the last week under his bed. With a...a vuvuzela strapped to its face? Yeah. No wonder Tan's made himself scarce for a while. There's no time like the present, though. He'd have to go back to sleeping in his room at some point, right? So he's stopped by and listened outside his door a few times since initially leaving, and he's back again now. ...Nope, no vuvuzela sounds. Small comfort.
What is a comfort is having Bryn with him this time, even if she'd used incredibly underhanded tactics to get herself here--he's pretty sure that going after his arm was a cheap shot. It's still throbbing where she grabbed it.
There's still a stubborn little part of him that wants to say screw it and go in first--it's his room, after all!--but he kind of doubts his pride could survive another go from Bryn. So he clicks the keycard in, unlocks the door and--]
[Bryn hadn't wanted to grab his arm like that, but he was being stupidly stubborn and she couldn't have any of that.
He was injured. He was human. He wasn't the one about to carry in the giant plate of raw meat for the wolf. Bryn had a lot more experience with wild animals and shifters than Tan, and it was far better that she risk herself rather than him.
She would heal faster, after all.
Bryn cast him a look as he unlocked the door and made his comment. The corners of her lips quirked up in a smile, though she tried hard to keep from grinning outright.]
Thanks.
[She pushed the door open a little with her shoulder and peered inside. The angle was wrong however, and she couldn't see the bed with so little space. Bryn leaned against the door and opened it further to find Ben in his human form, lying on Tan's bed
( ... )
[He'd picked up on her - and the other human, before they'd arrived at the door. Bloody noisy things, humans. Nevermind that he'd been one not too long ago himself. When you change, the wolf becomes so much more of your life than you could even anticipate as a human.
But the one who came through the door wasn't the man who smelled like the man your man should smell like the room smelled of. It was in fact a woman. A pretty, blonde, undoubtedly vapid woman.
Packing food.
Holy bloody Christ, he was starving. It was with the wariness of a predator that he watched her set the platter down.]
So you're, what, the welcoming committee, sweetheart? Little American bout of good-cop, bad-cop? Fucking hell.
[He was still eying up that meat. He could practically feel the wolf salivating in the back of his mind. It was with conscious effort that he resisted the desire to change.]
[Tan is slower to enter than Bryn, partly because he had to wait for her to get inside first, and partly because, yeah. He's still a touch wary. One dog-bite is plenty, thanks. He'd rather not get a matching one.
So the man your man smells like he steps in a few seconds behind Bryn and...pauses. Voices were somehow not what he was expecting. Wasn't it a wolf in his room and not a person?
Cue quizzical facial expression.]
Huh.
[Well, hey. Bryn's a shapeshifter, so maybe it's not so completely unreasonable for the wolf to have been one, too.]
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What is a comfort is having Bryn with him this time, even if she'd used incredibly underhanded tactics to get herself here--he's pretty sure that going after his arm was a cheap shot. It's still throbbing where she grabbed it.
There's still a stubborn little part of him that wants to say screw it and go in first--it's his room, after all!--but he kind of doubts his pride could survive another go from Bryn. So he clicks the keycard in, unlocks the door and--]
Ladies first.
[Cranky, innit he?]
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He was injured. He was human. He wasn't the one about to carry in the giant plate of raw meat for the wolf. Bryn had a lot more experience with wild animals and shifters than Tan, and it was far better that she risk herself rather than him.
She would heal faster, after all.
Bryn cast him a look as he unlocked the door and made his comment. The corners of her lips quirked up in a smile, though she tried hard to keep from grinning outright.]
Thanks.
[She pushed the door open a little with her shoulder and peered inside. The angle was wrong however, and she couldn't see the bed with so little space. Bryn leaned against the door and opened it further to find Ben in his human form, lying on Tan's bed ( ... )
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But the one who came through the door wasn't the man who smelled like the man your man should smell like the room smelled of. It was in fact a woman. A pretty, blonde, undoubtedly vapid woman.
Packing food.
Holy bloody Christ, he was starving. It was with the wariness of a predator that he watched her set the platter down.]
So you're, what, the welcoming committee, sweetheart? Little American bout of good-cop, bad-cop? Fucking hell.
[He was still eying up that meat. He could practically feel the wolf salivating in the back of his mind. It was with conscious effort that he resisted the desire to change.]
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So the man your man smells like he steps in a few seconds behind Bryn and...pauses. Voices were somehow not what he was expecting. Wasn't it a wolf in his room and not a person?
Cue quizzical facial expression.]
Huh.
[Well, hey. Bryn's a shapeshifter, so maybe it's not so completely unreasonable for the wolf to have been one, too.]
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