wolfvirago:
“22? I’m 23 since December of last year. I had a feeling you were 22, I dunno why.” She smiled easily, not meaning a thing. She was just happy to be having a pleasant conversation with someone of her kin, someone who didn’t die.
“Strange? I think it comes with the whole wolf woman package.” She joked with a giggle, hoping that Joey was okay since the moment of panic had passed. It could be really hard dealing with that.
“I’m glad to be weird. Because it means I can someday meet others like me. Like right now.”
TRUTHFULLY, she’d suspected the girl to be younger, judging by her appearance and general cadence. but it makes sense, kind of; there’s something about her that hints to an otherworldliness joey can’t explain.
“ yeah. you’re probably right. “ it’s so odd, having a conversation with someone her age that isn’t soured by subtext. it’s like her singularities jump out as if she’s some kind of leper. –––- that, and her general attitude, of course.
joey smiles again, appreciating the sentiment. “ anyway, um –– “ she attempts to stand, grabbing a tree branch for leverage. she squints as pain shoots through her leg, though it’s dulled compared to before. “ I wouldn’t hang around too long in catterwhal, if I were you. this town’s not very, uh...liberal when it comes to people like us. “
her next words aren’t without heavy consideration. she’s good at running from feeble connections; there’s nothing to sever. but she’s also never met anyone with such a drastically similar perspective. the promise of validation is almost intoxicating, in a way.
“ but if you do stick around, I help manage this bowling alley out by the town square. it’s kind of shitty, but our arcade is decent. “ she dusts off her pant leg idly, blinks the sun out of her eyes. “ anyway, I’m always there. so. “












