[ Thomas clumsily polishes a glass, metal features drawn tight in concentration. Maybe the questions were programmed but the rest of him is something else. Maybe he started to evolve, too.
Guess they'll never know.
Logan glances back at her, then tips what's left of the bottle into his glass. The sky makes it hard to gauge how much time's been passing. Every time he looks up, it's dark, twin orbs hugging the stars. ]
Yeah? [ Can't say he's surprised to hear that. She's, you know. Got ears. What is she, anyhow, a werewolf? Is that a thing where she's from? Does she run around on all fours when the full moon comes out? ] I had an old friend hairier than you. Shed all over the couch.
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Guess they'll never know.
Logan glances back at her, then tips what's left of the bottle into his glass. The sky makes it hard to gauge how much time's been passing. Every time he looks up, it's dark, twin orbs hugging the stars. ]
Yeah? [ Can't say he's surprised to hear that. She's, you know. Got ears. What is she, anyhow, a werewolf? Is that a thing where she's from? Does she run around on all fours when the full moon comes out? ] I had an old friend hairier than you. Shed all over the couch.
[ That's probably a joke. ]