.002 Δ [Voice]

[ratherbelocky]

Okay. Okay.

[York's voice is the soft but urgent hiss of someone who's freaking out but doesn't want to alarm the people around him. The sound quality, for those sensitive to that sort of thing, indicates that he may have, you know. Locked himself in the bathroom. As one does.]

Can I lodge a complaint? I dunno who to, exactly, but I'da hoped this would be the kind of thing that got covered in the rookie's field manual as early as possible.

[He pauses.]

Turning into a werewolf, I mean.

[The pause is practically italicized. Whatever's happening to York, he is strenuously unhappy about it, and the tension rides his voice hard.]

Like, the fact that that's apparently a real possibility in this universe.

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[ratherbelocky]

[Snort.]

You kidding? It already took an hour in there and half a bottle of shampoo just to not smell like wet dog. My silky softness is all natural. ...Well, you know. "Natural."

[THERE IS NOTHING NATURAL ABOUT THIS but y'know what, whatever. York has more important things to focus on right now, like the nice-funny feel of North's bat claws down to the small of his back, and--]

Oh--shit. Yeah, dude, right--right there.

[His far knee twitches up automatically.]

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[usedlightscreen]

[Whatever North was about to say dies in his throat when he sees York's knee twitch. He can't help but laugh a little, even as he scrapes his claws a little harder against that one spot - careful to keep the touch still light enough not to hurt.]

Right there?

[North don't be a piece of shit.]

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[ratherbelocky]

["Don't be an asshole," is what York wants to say, but what comes out instead is a wordless whine. He moves back slightly, leaning into North's hand, and--

Yup, there goes his leg, bouncing as long as North keeps up the scratching.]

Oh my god.

[But he's not saying stop, either.]