AUDIENCE: LUP

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[ ....... he can't relate to the first part so he will not acknowledge it, but; ] The good and bad traits of a wolf? [ in a "that's a thing" tone ]

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Yeah. Like, metaphors.

[ that doesn't explain anything ]

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Metaphors. [ ??????? ]

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[ ... ]

Anyway. [ she stretches out on the cot, and then winces. ] You haven't tried to call me static noises, so I won't try to call you whatever it is you can't hear.

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[ AMERILUP EXPLAIN. but he just sighs and stares at her wince ] We've got painkillers, you know.

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I know, but I ran out this morning and I haven't gone back to get more. [ is he like, laying on the cot or sitting up on it ]

I also got a bottle of vodka from Bucky and I sort of wanted to drink it.

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[ sitting he is not that cuddly. ] ... Ah, yeah. Gave him that one.

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[ >:( let her cuddle ]

I figured. I drank the one you gave me already. [ ... ] He also, uh, had a bowl of whiskey but I'm not that desperate.

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... A ... bowl? [ this is why wolf doesn't look at you guys ]

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[ valid ]

Yeah! A mixing bowl! Who does that!

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That guy ... is so weird.

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[ huff.

and then she just goes ahead and tugs a bit at his wrist. also, her hand is really cold, sorry about it. ] You can lay down too, I'm not going to bite you.

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[ he twitches a little but it's less at the contact and entirely at the cold. what the fuck, lup. ] ... Wouldn't be so sure of that. [ he looks warily. at the cot. ] ... Cot's not that big. [ //// ]

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[ she has no circulation okay it's hard to stay warm when you're like, schrodinger's dead ]

There's more than enough room for both of us. [ eyeroll. ]

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[ he's not!! a cuddler!! lup!!! but after mucho hesitation, he does awkwardly lie down next to her. or. try to. he might not be tall but he's not a twink either. he is very stiff trying not to be in her space. it's hilarious. ] ... I don't think... this'll work.

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[ too bad she is now in his space

she nudges him with a bit of a laugh, and then shifts with a pained sort of grunt so she can rest her head on his shoulder. ]

Shush. It works fine.

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[ he is so stiff. the stiffest. corpse stiff. ] Don't... hurt yourself. [ this is terrible. ]

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[ CLOUD STRIFE YOU USELESS TWUNK ]

Oh my god, I'm not going to give you cooties, relax.

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That's not why I... [ this is killing him entirely? he hates this. he wishes he was dead. ]

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[ a pause, and then, a little more gently: ] You don't have to lay here if it makes you uncomfortable, my dude.

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I'm not... [ a little defensively, because how dare you imply he is not Strong at all times, but he just. sighs. ] It's. Intimate. And it's weird. [ it secretly is about cooties ]

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It's not weird.

But I'm not about forcing you to do stuff you don't want to do, so like - if you don't wanna be here, don't be. I'm not gonna get offended.

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... It's a little weird. [ :T ] I know you like it. Touching, or whatever. Just. I. Don't do a lot of it. [ this is not a shock to anyone, wolf. ]

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I was stuck in an umbrella without any solid form for ten years, Wolf, I like touching things just to touch them. Sue me.

[ she doesn't sound offended though. ] You not doing a lot of it doesn't tell me if you like it or not, though.

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... Not especially. But I don't... [ lets out an aggravated sigh ] I don't hate it, either. Just not used to it. [ he can let touching happen a lot more than he can reciprocate, okay. touching is hard. it's like feelings? it's terrible. ]