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Well, that made things simpler. Now Anika realized what those occasional faint 'silent spots' that resonated down the clairvoyant thread that attached her to Oni had been. Because as soon as Oni had gone to wherever she was, the thread simply ended. It didn't rip, there was no sudden tear, it just - stopped.

At least Ani wouldn't have to answer to the neighbors she thought as she got the massage table out again, spreading first the plastic sheet and then the linen cloth over it after she set it up in the middle of the small livingroom floor. A trip to the SUV to get her travel med-kit, and the doctor was back in her living room and snapping on a new pair of nitrile gloves even as Oni was dragging her battle-weary companion back in from wherever they had been. And as soon as she was back, the psychic thread between her and her longtime garou sister-friend was back as well, as strong and bright as ever.

Yes, he was tall. And dark haired. That was about all she could see, at least until she got the blanket off him that he'd wrapped around his shoulders.

"Yes, I'm a doctor. And no, you aren't in my debt" Ani caught sight of the wound and her eyes widened. "But you will be. So sit down on that table, and take - no wait. Just sit there. Oni, make him sit there, I'll get my scissors. I don't want him moving that arm." Turning her head away, Dr Nuttal mouthed the words 'Holy hell!" to Onida and blinking before her face resettled into that distant, professional doctor's mask that she wore as she continued to speak to her newest patient.

"Yes, scissors. You can buy a new suit shirt later, but I need to stitch that up and I'm not about to twist a broken arm to get it off you. Hmmm, I've seen a wound like this before... no matter. If you break that table, you buy it, got that? And hold still. This will probably hurt."

Date: 2017-09-28 12:25 am (UTC)
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His fingers instinctively closed around hers but, by the grace of Gaia, Nasir still had just enough presence of mind to avoid squeezing too tightly. And while the first shakey breath he took seemed to rattle around in his chest, the next one came easier. The breath after that was even better, almost normal. His vision soon cleared, his eyes focusing on Ani's face. And as the grinding pain in his arm died down to a dull ache, he gradually became more aware of his surroundings-- Including her hand on his bare shoulder. Her voice saying his name.

"I see you, Anika," he breathed, his voice hoarse, "Forgive me, but I hope we don't do that again anytime soon."

The Philodox knew better than to read too deeply into the touch-- she was a doctor after all, and probably worried that he might go into shock -- and yet he made no move to withdraw his hand from hers. Nasir wanted to make a fist with his other hand, itching to move the arm she just set, but thought better of it. He cleared his throat and asked "Will I need a sling?" while, over his shoulder, he told Oni "You'd better hope I can still play guitar after this."

Date: 2017-09-28 07:17 pm (UTC)
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Nasir gave Anika his undivided attention, nodding to show that he understood as she went on to explain what she'd done, what she still needed to do, and why. It all made perfect sense to him, but, then again, he had no medical expertise to speak of. Meanwhile, behind him, he heard Oni riffling through her closet in search of a sling. The she-wolf came back with literally the most emasculating one she could find -- pink, with yellow smiley faces -- and she smacked her packmate in the back of his head with it. Fils de salope. The nerve of that man. She'd better hope he could still play the guitar?! Her face still hurt like a bitch, and every time her stitches itched she planned to pinch the ever-loving shit out of him.

He flinched, grinning a little to himself. So he might have actually deserved that one, but he couldn't pass up the opportunity to needle her just a little. "Yes, I do. A little toque," he said, in answer to her question. Judging by her knowledge of frets and strings, he felt it safe to assume that she played the guitar as well. Had he known that, it might've been tempting to pretend to be an amateur and ask for lessons-- But even that little bit of dishonesty didn't sit right with him. "I will try to refrain from doing anything... Stupid," he assured her, his tone amused, "How long do you think it will take to heal?"

Pizza wasn't his favorite, and he grinned ruefully, about to tell her that beggars shouldn't be choosers, but then she told him she wanted to talk. While Oni was gone. About a favor.

Both his and Oni's eyes widened in surprise.

He swallowed, his adam's apple bobbing. He didn't know Ani well enough to even try to guess what she might want from him. That she didn't want Oni to overhear it, either... Well, damned if that didn't make him sit up a little bit straighter. He hadn't realized he was still holding her hand until she slipped her fingers free of his. Predictably, the ache grew sharper as she bound his arm, but he bore the pain with barely a grimace, ignoring it in favor of the way her fingers accidentally brushed his forearm. The determined look on he face. He watched her eyes while she was focused on his brace, absorbed in what she was doing. "We're more like judges than lawyers," he gently teased, surprised that she even knew his auspice at all. That... Was something he felt he was going to have to talk to Oni about.

For her part, Oni was just glad to see someone else get the doctor treatment, for a change. She'd been on the receiving end of Ani's patented Stern Look too many times, so she wasn't terribly surprised when Nasir, (who, under normal circumstances, was perfectly happy to argue someone into submission) hardly said a word in defense of himself. At first the Philodox thought she was talking about the sept of Gaia's Bones, but as Anika went on to tell him the bounty included her family as well, he thought that didn't sound like garou. Who wanted her whole family dead? And why did the idea cause Rage to flare suddenly in the pit of his stomach?

Oni scooped up her wallet and Ani's keys, deftly hiding a smirk as she left. The Ahroun was no fool; She hadn't seen her friend smile in years -- not like that, anyway -- and so she'd make sure to take the scenic route to the pizzaria. When she was gone, and the two of them were finally left alone, Nasir took a deep breath. "I don't distrust Onida," he said softly, "But I do question her judgement."

Remembering that she wanted to talk about the favor he owed her, he gently stopped her fingers on his wrapping by reaching up and taking one of her hands in his. "What would you have me do?"

Date: 2017-09-29 02:20 am (UTC)
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When Anika returned with the larger sling, he tried his best to be helpful-- Holding the sling in place, and himself as still as possible while she tied the ties. He felt immediately relieved once he could relax his elbow, but, for some reason all of his muscles ached. It was as if, in trying not to move his broken arm, he'd kept his entire body rigid.

His eyebrows shot back up as she casually name-dropped the other changing-breeds, inching up even higher when she mentioned the Lupus. Good Gaia, how much did she know? And here he'd been so careful not to mention which tribe he and Oni were from, for fear of over-sharing. Did she already know that too? "I... I could do that," he stammered, "But it will hurt my mobility."

Striders, after all, were all about running-- Often with messages too sensitive to be trusted to electronic devices. With sudden clarity, he realized that he'd have no choice but to tell the Sept... If they needed something done urgently, they'd have to look elsewhere, because the only two Silent Striders in the region were nursing wounds. Admittedly, that was a conversation that wasn't going to go smoothly.

When Anika mentioned getting a shirt for him, he glanced down at his naked chest. He had half a mind to tell her he didn't feel cold at all, but he wasn't completely obtuse. If putting on a shirt was what it took to help her feel more comfortable around him, then he'd wear it and, what's more, he'd do it without complaining.

At her gentle urging, he stood, letting her lead him by the hand to her couch-- But putting on the shirt, now that he was wearing a sling, was easier said than done. The muscles of his arms and chest bunched as he tried to help Ani pull the scrubs on, feeling every bit as awkward and uncoordinated as she surely did. He didn't notice how close they were standing until her fingers started working on the buttons, and when her lips parted, his eyes were drawn to them...

He sat down on the couch-- Dear Gaia, it smelled just like her, and he stared at some imaginary point on the ceiling for the second it took to pull himself together, wondering how often she fell asleep there. Looking down at himself, at his green sling and borrowed shirt, he had to laugh, feeling like his ego was being knocked down a healthy peg or two. Did he think he could help her move in two weeks? "You'll be the judge of that, won't you?" he murmured.

This was the moment of truth, but her question made him sigh (partly in relief, as he was half-expecting some truly dire quest.) Anika was Oni's friend, and, as such, she wasn't going to like what he had to say. "I caught up with her a little while ago. She'd been self-medicating," he said with a meaningful glance at the bottle Ani offered him only moments before, "While I talked to her, she had a panic attack."

"Up until then, I'd just assumed that she was undisciplined and impulsive... Which is bad enough. But now I can see that she's terrified-- Not of dying, or anything like that, but of losing any more of us. Her pack. Everything she does comes from this fear."

"Today, she got hurt because she wouldn't let anyone take on some of the work. I'm her peer. Freya is many years her senior. You talk about trust, but she doesn't trust any of us to handle ourselves in dangerous situations. That's not leadership."

"Was she a good Alpha, before she died? I don't know, I wasn't there. But it was a mistake to let her fall right back into that role when she's clearly still dealing with her issues. That's too much to ask of anyone, and I'm not doing her any favors by pretending she's okay. It's my responsibility to make sure the Alpha is fit for the job, because it's not just her life at stake. It's mine, Freya's, and Cromwell's too. They won't call her out for the state she's in... So the task fell to me."


((ooc: 'Cromwell' is Ashley's surname, in case it wasn't clear. XD))
Edited Date: 2017-09-29 03:25 am (UTC)

Date: 2017-09-30 01:36 am (UTC)
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"No, there isn't," he reluctantly agreed, "As far as I know, that has happened only once before." Nasir hated to admit it, but Anika had a point. He's been to the Amenti enough times to know the horror of that place, but he never had to take up residence there. And then to have to come back. He recalled their first meeting two years ago; at the time Oni had been teetering on the edge of madness. "I know she's suffered. It's not like I don't sympathize with her. I do. And I don't deny that she's made strides since then," he sighed, "But that doesn't mean she should be in the position she's in."

He was prepared for her to argue with him, but, the next he knew she was holding his hand. Nothing could have prepared him for that, or for her to understand his point of view when no one else did. "I would have said 'concerned,'" he murmured, slowly raising his eyes from their hands in her lap to her face. Nas gave her hand a little squeeze, his thumb caressing the side of her thumb, down to the inside of her wrist, "Concerned sounds manlier."

"You've seen a caern?" he asked in disbelief. Then he leaned back against the couch and laughed; Of course she has. "I don't think we have any secrets left to keep from you."

He wasn't surprised that Anika was so upset about Oni almost losing an eye, but, in all fairness, he was the one who had been an inch from death. Then again, she was her friend. Nas supposed that put an entirely different perspective on it for her, however Philodoxes don't usually put much stock in perspective. They deal in terms of absolute truths, lines in the sand that should never be crossed. "Consensus? No, I wouldn't say there's been a consensus. Oh, they've heard me talk about it a great deal, but, whether or not they listened is up to debate. Those two... As you said, they've been through a lot with her. I think they'd rather turn a blind eye."

"Freya wasn't happy about it. I doubt Cromwell will be, when he hears of it," he sighed, "The point of challenging her wasn't to get her to open up to me, or to trust me. She won't do that. I did it so that she would step down. If she does that, then even this will have been worth it. If not? ...Then it may be that I've made a mistake."
Edited Date: 2017-09-30 02:45 am (UTC)

Date: 2017-09-30 07:43 pm (UTC)
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He quirked an amused eyebrow at her look and her differentiation between 'worried' and 'concerned.' "I have emotions," he protested, "I'm just not a slave to them." Objectivity. That was what it took to be a good Philodox-- that and detachment. It wasn't always easy, especially in a place like NYC where, like she said, there were people who could fly or punch through buildings. Sometimes the things he saw on the news and read in the papers threatened everything he thought he knew about the world, but it was those same qualities that allowed him to join the Swords of Night, and they'd served him well thus far.

"He mainly calls me 'shithead,'" he answered, grinning at the sound of her laughter. There was another one who didn't necessarily appreciate Nasir's opinions; Most days, Ashley looked like he wanted to take a swing at him.

Still, he didn't fault Ani for the way she saw the world; She couldn't believe in that principle 'Do No Harm,' and be such an effective doctor, if she were quick to judge. Her empathy for others was an essential part of how she worked her miracles. And it was undoubtedly what allowed her to treat him as a patient, when she was probably furious with him. "I'm afraid I must disagree with you. I understand... Wanting to see both sides of the matter, and I want all the facts before I make decisions, too. But I cannot make any judgements based on the things I don't know. I wish it were possible."

He felt strangely bereft when she pulled away-- Was it something he said? She certainly left him with something to think about, as she went in the other room, and he decided to consider her words very carefully. Anika knew Onida far better than he did, after all. There may be some truth to what she said. Hesitating just for a moment, Nasir stood and followed her into the kitchenette. "It was never my intention to kill Oni," he murmured softly, "I don't want that."

"Doctor's orders?" he asked, teasing her, but he accepted the offer of juice all the same. His brow furrowed, just slightly, as he looked over her shoulder at the contents of her fridge (or lack thereof!) "You're due for a shopping trip."

Date: 2017-10-01 01:01 am (UTC)
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"Quick? It's been almost two years," he retorted, lips twitching as he fought to keep a straight face, "And I could have taken her eye, but didn't. Don't you think that was presence and self control, too?"

There wasn't really anything she could say; The barren wasteland of cheese and processed junk spoke for itself. And she didn't need to open her cabinets for the Strider, either-- He reached over her shoulder and took a peek for himself.

That was the height of rudeness, and he knew it, but he'd had a suspicion. Now that his suspicions were confirmed, he tsked deep in his throat. "Anika," he gently chided her. It looked like she did all her eating at work, or on the go. "I thought you asked Oni to get pizza so that you could tell me what I owed you."

"Speaking of which, you haven't said what the second favor is," he added, sitting back on the couch with his glass of juice. He wasn't sure if the aspirin would help or not, with his metabolism, but he didn't want to refuse outright. "I'll take one, if you think it'll help."

Date: 2017-10-01 06:08 pm (UTC)
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"You have nothing to be sorry for," he said, dismissing her apology with a shake of his dark head.

He gratefully accepted the aspirin, washing it down with the juice-- It was a bit of a juggling act, with his one good arm, but he managed, and he listened carefully as Anika explained what she wanted him to do.

This favor would prove much more difficult than the first. Knowing Oni, it was only a matter of time before she got into trouble with authority again, and Ani was asking him to stand with her when she did. It wasn't a wholly unreasonable request... They were packmates after all, and he stood by what he said about Striders failing to support Oni after the invasion; Historically, that was when they were most vulnerable to backlashes from those garou who were less inclined to get involved in pivotal battles.

He'd have thought, after The Thing That Happened in LA, that she'd have finally gotten a little Reknown of her own, but no. Like it or not, Oni had a reputation now for being a 'Harbinger'-- Of stirring up trouble where before there was none, especially with vampires. That was all anyone ever seemed to talk about, when they weren't gossiping about the way she died or how she was brought back to life. Now scores of younger garou wanted to make a name for themselves by beating the wolf that beat Death. With a queasy feeling in the pit of his stomach, Nasir realized he was going to be added to that tally of blockheads. Mierda.

"I'll do it," he sighed at last. "Only Gaia knows how, with Oni shielding us from... Everything... But I'll do my best."

Date: 2017-10-02 03:43 am (UTC)
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"If there is such a thing as a normal pack, I haven't seen it," he grinned, though it faded somewhat at the mention of Eyota. They were all grieved over the loss of the last Croatan, but he'd made his own choices. Few knew, but Eyota was the reason Nasir joined Oni's pack; He appeared to the younger Philodox after his death, as an ancestor-spirit, explaining that he was the one Eyota had chosen to take his place-- though, as always, he kept his reasons why to himself. "But you're right. This one is certainly... Unique."

There was no doubt in his mind that Oni was hesitant to let him meet Anika, because she feared what he would do with the knowledge once he found out about her powers. Even now, he couldn't quite wrap his brain around it -- what did 'magic in the blood' mean? -- but he understood perfectly well how the Nation would react. In the same vein that the Wars of Rage started over doubts that the other changing breeds were the works of Gaia, some wolves believed that anyone not strictly 'normal' human was abhorrent. Unnatural. Homo superior, humans with powers... That wasn't something most of the tribes were ready to accept, but he was a Strider. He'd seen things in his travels that most garou could never comprehend. "She definitely had your safety in mind. You must be wary of garou outside the pack, Anika. Some tribes... They'll make no attempt to understand."

His sharp eyes caught the aborted movement of her hand. Don't be afraid of me, he thought, praying that wasn't the reason she seemed conflicted. "I know you've only just met me, but... Trust me when I tell you that if I say I will do something, I'll do it. Oni can be difficult, si. But I'm not without my own tricks. And she hasn't gotten rid of me, yet."

It was the strangest thing. What had once seemed a vulnerability -- Anika keep an eye on his whereabouts -- now felt like a comfort. He knew now that it was her Gift, as Oni called it, that saved the she-wolf's life. Perhaps someday it would save his too. Suddenly he wondered if that wasn't too much to ask of her.

The last thing she said, and the way she said it, caught him completely off guard. Nasir bit back a tortured groan, his whole body going tight with tension again because what was he supposed to say to that? He couldn't ask to see her again, though he sorely wanted to. He finally gave into temptation and brushed his fingers across the back of her hand, slowly taking her hand in his so that she had the chance to pull away if she wanted to. "You don't owe me anything," he gruffly said, watching her face intently. With a quick glance across the room to her cabinets, he added "But maybe I'd feel better if you had more food in your kitchen."

Date: 2017-10-02 07:04 pm (UTC)
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Nasir thought he knew the reason why Oni elected to go somewhere farther away for their food, but, boy did he hope he was wrong. Inwardly, he grimaced, picturing the smug, knowing look his alpha was sure to give him-- If Gaia was merciful, that traffic jam would last a long, long time. Ani's laughter was infectious; Her wink and conspiratorially low tone of voice amused him to no end, pulling him out of his thoughts, "Si, we could probably eat and be back by the time Oni got here. You pick the place, my treat."

He sighed dramatically, shaking his head. Of course. Of course she knew a Rokea, whereas even he had only ever heard of them. Some day, all of this would stop being so shocking to him (at least he hoped so.) "Having kittens. That's one way of putting it," he half-laughed, half-groaned, "Mankind is not ready to know the truth about us. But, at the same time, some Fera are not prepared to learn that there's more to you humans than we ever could have guessed."

"My secret?" he hesitated. There was no precident for this. What were the rules, in this case? Was it possible to break the Litany with someone who already knew about Garou? Deciding the risk was minimal, he ducked his head, feeling as if he were being boastful somehow. "I can be patient," he assured her, with a roguish grin, "I can... Check in on her-- Not the same sense that you can. Think of it as a call she can't ignore or put on hold. Speaking of, I should probably tell her that we're going to go eat without her." Rather than reach for a phone, however, he touched his fingertips to his forehead, where the third-eye chakra was thought to be, his eyes flashing an eerie yellow color.

He was using the Gift of Mindspeak with Onida. After he relayed his message, and 'heard' her mentally-yelling "I'm driving, connard!" by way of acknowledgement, he broke the connection. "There. You should know, she's already started eating the pizza." God, that woman could eat. She must be taking very tiny bites; no wonder she 'sounded' so pissed off.

As she squeezed his hand and smiled at him, it occurred to him that she had literally no idea what she'd done to him with that one sentence. He also learned that he'd been right about her sleeping on the couch, and he laughed a little under his breath (mostly at his own expense.) "What's so unfair about it?" She was right about one thing, however -- Nasir was not buying any of her excuses. And he'd already decided that, like it or not, he was going to get some real food in here. She couldn't live off this crap, and, even if she could, why should she? Anika was about to find out that Philodox could be almost as hard-headed as Ahroun.

"Come, then. Let's get you something that isn't chinese food," he murmured, standing and gently urging her to her feet with her hand in his. Was that a jab at Han's cooking? The world may never know. "Do you eat seafood?"

Date: 2017-10-03 02:57 pm (UTC)
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He arched an eyebrow in return, a mischievous glint in his eyes; Perhaps he didn't smile often, but that was only because he wanted to be taken seriously. That was the motivation behind the way he dressed too, and, generally, it got the desired effect. Here, in Anika's living room, he felt he didn't need to be as stern and gloomy as he usually was. Or maybe it wasn't the space. Maybe it was the person. His lips twitched, almost but not quite giving in to the smile she was after, though it was hard to resist when she was so obviously excited to be going out.

"No," he said, with an embarrassed grin, "Not telepathy. Or, I guess you could call it that, but I can only communicate with people I know fairly well, unless I have something of theirs..." He looked around for something that would suit, his eyes falling on a short length of velvet ribbon lying on the coffee table. Picking it up, he closed his eyes, focusing-- And Anika might have 'heard' his voice echoing in her mind, speaking her name like a whisper. <Anika, can you hear me?>

Normally, he'd have told her not to worry about changing, but... Yes, the blood stains on her scrubs were bound to raise some eyebrows. He would wait patiently, and find a way to distract himself from what she was doing in there. What was wrong with him? He had better self-control than that. "Entiendo," he said hoarsely, feeling like his mouth had gone dry, "Take as long as you need."

She was so excited about the restaurant, that it got the better of him, his grin widening. "Anything you want," he told her, watching her back as she retreated into her bedroom. Now what? His sharp ears could already hear the sound of cloth rustling, he knew she was getting undressed and suddenly he needed to be doing something, anything, to take his mind off the sound. He tossed out his ruined shirt. Then, looking down at himself, he realized he could do with a fresh change of clothes as well. He had some spares Dedicated to him through mystic rites -- because, for garou, nudity was an occupational hazard -- and he summoned them to himself.

Nasir discarded the borrowed shirt and removed his sling. He'd managed, through much difficulty, to put on pants, belt, and shoes by himself. The tie, vest, and jacket he draped over the back of a chair because that just wasn't happening with his broken arm; it's not like he needed them anyway. But he ran into a snag with his white pressed shirt and it was still hanging open, half-unbuttoned, by the time Anika returned. He looked up from what he was doing and froze. She looked lovely enough in scrubs, with her hair braided -- Now, she was even more beautiful.

He stopped staring and ducked his head, quietly laughing at himself, "This has proven more difficult than I thought it would be."
Edited (I can English, I swear) Date: 2017-10-03 03:52 pm (UTC)

Date: 2017-10-04 03:22 am (UTC)
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Her reaction was everything he could have hoped for. He smiled despite himself, pleased that she seemed to enjoy his little demonstration, but when she sent a thought back -- No, more than that. The feeling washed over him, warmer than the summers of his youth. He inhaled sharply, eyes closed, and for a second he couldn't think of a reply to send back along their link. Her brightness blinded him momentarily, like staring directly into the sun. <Yes, I'm here. I hear you.> he finally sent back.

"It's never been like that," he breathed, swallowing thickly, "It must be you have a talent, Anika."

Even without heightened senses, he'd have caught the scent of her perfume when she stepped closer, her nimble fingers fastening the buttons on his shirt. It was spice, and floral, and even a little bit fruity, Gaia help him. His fingers twitched, palms itching to sweep her mass of black hair aside and nuzzle his face against the nape of her neck, where he could tell the scent was strongest. He'd never do something so improper to someone he'd only just met, but the impulse was there; thank goodness that didn't travel across their link.

He imagined her fingers on the collar of his shirt, that close to where his pulse was beating strongly. "Ah, no, that's okay. Gracias," he muttered, neatly tucking his shirt into his pants. Even he had his limits. Best not to try his luck.

While she reached for her gloves, he took the opportunity to put his sling back on. It was a little saddening to see her covering up, but of course it made perfect sense. He wouldn't want an accidental connection, the likes of which he'd just felt, with the kid working the counter at a cafe either. Hell, even the one she'd made with him was out of necessity; he knew she'd only done it because it was a medical emergency of a sort. "I'm ready," he said, holding open the door for her with his good arm.

He spent the short walk down to the street in silence. It was so funny-- Striders were all about speed, and make no bones about it, the boy could run, but he had that slow walking gait really tall people had, when they were used to compensating for much shorter people. Speaking of which, people didn't give him quite as wide a berth as they did with Onida, but they were still careful not to bump into him. Maybe it was the way passing headlights reflected weirdly in his eyes. "Do you like it here?" he asked, all of a sudden. And, at first, it may have seemed like he meant the block she lived on, but then he added "With all these people?"
Edited Date: 2017-10-04 12:51 pm (UTC)

Date: 2017-10-23 07:48 pm (UTC)
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He watched, a little too intently, as she brushed that errant lock of hair back from her face; How he'd have liked to do that for her. Earlier, he'd felt something... The werewolf lacked the words to describe the sensation, but he knew that it had something to do with Anika and her connection-- What had she called it? A thread? It resonated within him, and he coughed to hide a shudder. That was something he was going to have to learn to brace himself against, especially since Nas doubted Anika even knew she'd done it.

"You like to stimulate your mind," he nodded approvingly. More than anything, the Philodox admired the woman's intellect. In that context, he could even appreciate her enjoyment of music, food, and culture; It broadened her understanding through experience and, when she grinned, he smiled back at her.

He listened to her, as she finished answering his question, and he understood because he keenly felt the absence of nature in the City. When she cut herself off and looked away, his brow furrowed, wondering if she'd been about to tell him that there was someone else she missed. That was fine, he reasoned. He could keep his feelings to himself and still admire her from afar.

"I don't mind," he murmured softly, in response to her sudden self-consciousness. At her question, he looked around them, taking in their surroundings. Before today, he would have said that he hated the City, absolutely. Now, well... Things were less straight-forward than they had been. "I prefer the wilderness, or the freedom of the open road. In nature, there's only you and the Great Mother. And I find that my thoughts are always clearer in solitude, without all this... Noise."

"However, as fate would have it, this is where the work is. Though I wouldn't say it's all bad," he added with a suggestive smirk, "Some things are worth sticking around."

"Is this it?" he asked, gesturing with his good arm at a posh neon sign, "Rodizio Grill?"
Edited Date: 2017-10-23 07:52 pm (UTC)

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