#legbite

Back at the crack of dawn again, as always; with the scent of smoke and alcohol still clinging onto his clothes. Bob puts his guitar case do up against the dingy wall and looks over to Austin, who was soundly sleeping in his bed.

The weight of the day hangs heavy on his shoulders. After tonight's gig, Bob's not really sure if continuing the band would be ideal-- especially since he's bound to fall off of his scholarship soon and would eventually have to drop out. He sighs and sits on the floor right beside Austin's bed, resting his chin on the edge.

Pet Meme | accepting

There was a hand in his hair. When the hell had his hat come off? The Joestar had blinked a few times as the pets were gentle, stroking the thick hair back, curls bouncing after each stroke. This had gotten the taller to lean into the petting, eyes closing slowly as a soft hum left him.

(starter for @legbite )

The Crow witnessed many things during his patrols of the city; people walking their dogs, robberies, teenagers sneaking out, people falling in and out of love, all the things humans did under the cover of night. They would never even realize that he was watching them, they certainly wouldn't know about all this information being passed on to the most powerful man in the city.

Most nights were rather uneventful. People did plenty of things, but most of the things they did, the Crow had already seen dozens of times before. This, however, was different. After only watching for a moment he knew this was something that the Heart would want to know.

The Heart, who generally used the name of Benjamin to blend in with the world around him, was indeed delighted with this tasty morsel of information, and he wasted no time in acting on it. This would be why Austin, once he arrived home, would find a stranger sitting at his dinner table, sipping a cup of tea.

" hey !! " tiny voice calls out, a hand waving frantically. he's calling out to the stranger nearby, pointing at the basketball that had landed near him. kel was not bad at the sport -- he would consider himself pretty good, actually! but the last attempt at a basket did bounce off the net and did land way too far away. whoops.

he's waving a bit more frantically now. (kel is worried! he wants his ball back!) " can you send that back to me! sorry it bonked your head! " common occurrence.

Kai still has ... reservations when it comes to Austin. He likes him, and he hates that he's struggling with this, but he can't help it. The witch wants to be okay with this. Because Austin is struggling, and he knows that, and he needs Kai, but he just ...

He can't get past the whole werewolf thing.

But then Austin goes and says shit like that, and he's got those stupid big brown eyes that Kai is so weak for, and the witch's breath catches. ❝ I --- ❞ He wants to say yes, to say he'll be right there, but the words get stuck somewhere in the back of his throat. ❝ I don't know if I .... can. ❞

Just send 🐱 to pet my muse! Do it coward!

After so many years, Ryder would like to believe that he was used to the weird things that went on and possible weird behaviors. He had met far too many creatures and learned far too many things over the past decade for that to not be true. But that was mostly in regards to the weird habits and behaviors that different supernatural creatures partook in because of their species. Someone reaching out and petting the top of his head like he was a dog? Well. That did not really have anything to do with the fact that Austin was a werewolf. There was no wolf instinct pushing him to do that.