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"Yes. I am. No, you won't. I don't shift in the open unless for some reason I don't make it to my safe house in the woods. I bite hard and I have no bias. I would kill you."
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you really are? her eyes light up, looking a little too excited about it. I've never met a werewolf before—— will I get to see you shift? I heard they like to bite, is that true?
“If I did that, we would never leave this room,” she admits. Instead, she peels them off herself, steps carefully free of them, and flings them at him. “Happy?”
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He usually prefers his more alive. However, it goes against his moral code to kill the living when he's aware of what he's doing. He has somewhat of a conscious.
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Werewolf. You know. Once a month problems. You get my drift. The cravings hit the week before. I get moody too. Sometimes shift a bit against my will. Oopsie.
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"Achem." Gestures. "No panties. Might as well practice now." A cackle. "Get em off. Drop it like it's hot. You know the drill." Arms behind his head and he laughs.
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Listening to his suggestions, she grabs a few different things to try on and carries them over to the bed, dropping them into a pile. “Okay,” she says with a grin as she shimmies out of her leggings. “I’ll start with the skirts.” She picks up a simple black one to begin with.
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He's more confused if anything. "WEIRDO!" Using his finger, he pushes the door closed. That did annoy him. He says that as if he wasn't just eating raw meat as a regular treat.
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Clicking her tongue. That's disgusting. She's not even bothered to reply, the singer turns around and leaves, leaving the door open. In hopes of pissing him off.
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Well he would hope she wouldn't be. He didn't want to scare anyone off. "Like what?" He asks, taking another handful. Licking the Styrofoam holder it was on. Balling up the plastic wrap. Tossing it all into the trash. Burps aggressively.
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