Post by Willow on Nov 8, 2010 15:58:03 GMT -5
Willow rolled her eyes and shifted right there in the road again, considering grabbing Anil by the sleeve and dragging him back. Hell, he could do whatever he wanted. She didn't care. Sighing, she glanced back at Protege.
Way to wake up the whole town, asshole, Willow growled, the fur along her spine bristling. As if they needed more company. She looked back at Adolf, the only lycanthrope she knew who seemed to realize that guns were an option for them. It didn't bother her. Unless he got her right in the brain ...
Well, for now, she would assume he knew how to use it. If he was as paranoid as he looked, it probably had silver bullets. That wouldn't be fun to deal with. What the hell was wrong with Protege? He was being a bit of a wuss, after all.
It's cool Adolf, nobody gonna shoot at ya, Willow said, pure American accent sliding into her voice. She didn't do it on purpose, it just popped up at times ... like this. Trotting down the cobblestone, she glanced back. I've got a possom to catch. You guys can come if you want.
Yawning, she started prowling about, eyeing the spot where Anil had dropped his groceries. There was a packet of something ... hmm ...
Oh well. Anil, getting drunk, are ya? Would he even hear her? Who knew. She wagged her tail, grinning. Adolf wasn't one she knew, and P-man, well barely. They were both weird. She considering asking Adolf about how his new pack was going - one he'd tried to start months ago. They were an odd group, but at least with Anil gone maybe the weirdness had gone down ... or up? Oh well.
What are you two doing out here anyway?
Way to wake up the whole town, asshole, Willow growled, the fur along her spine bristling. As if they needed more company. She looked back at Adolf, the only lycanthrope she knew who seemed to realize that guns were an option for them. It didn't bother her. Unless he got her right in the brain ...
Well, for now, she would assume he knew how to use it. If he was as paranoid as he looked, it probably had silver bullets. That wouldn't be fun to deal with. What the hell was wrong with Protege? He was being a bit of a wuss, after all.
It's cool Adolf, nobody gonna shoot at ya, Willow said, pure American accent sliding into her voice. She didn't do it on purpose, it just popped up at times ... like this. Trotting down the cobblestone, she glanced back. I've got a possom to catch. You guys can come if you want.
Yawning, she started prowling about, eyeing the spot where Anil had dropped his groceries. There was a packet of something ... hmm ...
Oh well. Anil, getting drunk, are ya? Would he even hear her? Who knew. She wagged her tail, grinning. Adolf wasn't one she knew, and P-man, well barely. They were both weird. She considering asking Adolf about how his new pack was going - one he'd tried to start months ago. They were an odd group, but at least with Anil gone maybe the weirdness had gone down ... or up? Oh well.
What are you two doing out here anyway?