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[semifreakingnormal]

[Scott hasn't been out and about lately, but the few who have seen him around will note that he looks better. A little less freaked, less drawn, less doubting why he's here. He looks solid again - and concerned.

And maybe a touch afraid because this is a big thing for him, okay.]

I'm a werewolf.

[Oh god he just said it this is huge-ish] I only have been for a few - I guess a couple months, now. I don't really know crap about it, but I know - I'm not that douche from the flood, or the other Barge, or whatever that was. I'm not an alpha. I couldn't turn anyone even if I wanted to and trust me - I really, really don't.

I know everyone's tired of apologies, but I just need to say it, for me. I'm not that guy. I'm nothing like that guy, cause that guy was like the psycho who bit me, and I don't ever want to be like him.

So. Okay. Thanks, I guess. And if you're going to like, grab pitchforks and torches or something, can you just let me know, first? And if you need me, I'm gonna be in the CES with some lacrosse stuff. [Which is his way of saying he's available for lighthearted sports fun if anyone needs to loosen up.]

[Filtered to all his friends, IF YOU THINK YOU ARE ON IT, YOU ARE!!]

I know it's a little late, but if we haven't talked yet can you just - let me know you're okay? Please?

[Do it, because anyone who doesn't respond will absolutely be hunted down.]

[Private to Elena]

I'm sorry. [Apologies are not hard for him: there is always something or other to apologize for, and Elena definitely, definitely deserves one. He attacked her, for no reason, he was a budding psycho, and maybe it wasn't him, but he doesn't think he could live with not apologizing.]

I know it's all messed up and that wasn't even really me, but I'm sorry. Can I, I dunno...can I do anything? Do you need anything?

[Spam for Cassel]

[Knock knock, buddy. Scott knows how to return a favor. He's got a six pack of beer in one hand and a bottle of Jack Daniels in the other.]

Comments

[patheticvillain]

He's got a weird pride thing going on about that, I don't know.

Point is, no canid shame, is the point.

[outofclothes]

Well, there is a little if he's not housebroken.

[patheticvillain]

Okay but that's piss shame, not canid shame. Subtle differences.

[outofclothes]

It's canid shame when you start cocking your leg on everything though.

[patheticvillain]

Well, look. If we get to that point, it's on you to shame him. Because I'll be walking really quickly in the other direction.

[G r o s s.]

[outofclothes]

Like hell it will be. You're the one with the vague connection to the pack that's already here.

[patheticvillain]

Yes, but you're an authority on weird shit. Including, apparently, canid shame.

[outofclothes]

Authority on weird shit?

Kid, someone's been lying to you.

[patheticvillain]

I feel so betrayed.

[outofclothes]

Try to save the tears for when you're writing about it in your diary, please.

[patheticvillain]

How do you know I'm not doing that right now?

[outofclothes]

Be honest, you can't multitask that well.

[patheticvillain]

. . . Shut up.

[outofclothes]

Hey, I'm just speaking as an authority on weird shit and I'm pretty sure you qualify.

[patheticvillain]

The weirdest. Obviously.

[outofclothes]

I know it's already too late to ask you not to get an ego, but really don't over that.

You're hardly a blip on the radar for weird.

[patheticvillain]

I thought you said you weren't an expert. Can't have it both ways.

[outofclothes]

Who died and made you the chair on the weird committee?

[patheticvillain]

Don't even worry yourself about it.

[outofclothes]

Goddammit, Sharpe. You know how I get about a conspiracy theory.

[patheticvillain]

Maybe I just wanna see you tie yourself up in knots over bullshit.

[outofclothes]

Sorry to disappoint, but I'll be drunk before that happens.

[patheticvillain]

Awwwwwwwww.

[outofclothes]

Don't pout. It's not a good look for you.

[patheticvillain]

[POUTING INTENSIFIES]