#moonglowmuses

"You got a habit of starin' at guys siphonin' gas, or am I just special?" Colin leaned against the side of a recently abandoned car. It was pretty beat up, but was yet to acquire that layer of brown dust that all dead vehicles seemed to enjoy. "Keep it movin, sweetheart. Place like this," he grinned. "you don't wanna stick around too long."

Juvenal stood silently, watching Adam closely. He cocked his head to one side, as if Adam was something unfamiliar but not immediately threatening. Just something that needed a good watching. "Trying...or dying." Juvenal mumbled, his voice low and gravelly, thick with a foreign accent. He shifted his weight subtly, his weak leg stiff. "What's the difference?" He blinked slowly, considering the words again, as if they were a puzzle he didn't quite understand. "Every day...you keep going. Or you don't. It's just what happens." There was no empathy in his tone, just logic. Or, at least, a wolf's logic. Juvenal's gaze never left Adam, still assessing him, though not in a predatory sense. "Why do you think you're dying?"

Colin tilted his head slightly, giving Alex a sideways glance, his lips pulling into a thin line. The guy seemed nervous, which didn't exactly inspire confidence in what was to come. Colin wasn't in the mood for small talk, he'd just given up one of his most precious memories to get out of the whole masquerade situation and the mental block was hanging over him like a storm cloud. "Spit it out, then." he drawled, his Cajun accent think and unhurried. His eyes stayed sharp, scanning Alex like he was trying to read what wasn't yet being said. "Ain't got all night t'be playin' games, cher. What's eatin' at ya?"

"Should really be more careful with thing. Cosmo always mark wherever Cosmo leave something important. Maybe Adam try this too?" She hadn't quite understood the other at first, but, it was only when silence lingered between them that she thought more on it and realise she had misspoke. "On other hand, if Adam not feeling too well, perhaps explain to Cosmo what is causing the big feeling of grief?"

"Just because think word, not always good idea to say word." Cosmo frowned, her forehead wrinkling in concern and distaste. "Is not very nice thing to be saying in public. If Cosmo was lesser dog, Cosmo cause big scene, get many pity treats." She walked away from the other, stopping just before it would be too far not to speak some more. "Have word for dog like you. Bad dog."

"Half responsible for doing what?" Cosmo sat down on the floor, not worried by the dirt or debris that would cling to her fur as consequence for choosing to sit down outside. Despite being off the clock, she was always ready to listen to others, especially those in need. "Is okay to be feeling bad. Cosmo feeling bad when doing bad thing. Is good sign. Sign emotion are still working correct."