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👀 to walk in on my muse naked

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       "You ain't got the concept of 'knocking' down, do you?" Jain growled out, not even bothering to cover himself up in the Corinthian's presence. Nothing the abomination hadn't 'seen' before- not that Jain was even sure the nightmare could actually 'see'. Either way, he felt no pull towards modesty as he went about getting dressed.

             "Should start fucking charging you, since you wanna walk around like you own the damn place," he continued to grumble.

The Nightmare looks around the interior of Jain's RV with mild intrigue. No, he hadn't bothered knocking. Since when do monsters need to show each other common courtesy. Its not like they haven't seen each others internal organs before.

Quite possibly the last thing she needed was for her stupid pieceashit car to break down. Ostensibly in the absolute middle of nowhere with no cell service. Because of course. She managed to get the old Honda to hobble to a turnout on the side of road before it gave one great, shuddering groan and promptly died, steam billowing from the engine.

Perhaps the reasonable adult thing to do would be to pop the hood and try to figure out the problem. Or start hoofin' it for the nearest town. But Alex Reed was neither entirely reasonable nor a very good adult on most days, so her solution was to instead shout obscenities that would make a sailor blush while beating the hood of the car with a large stick she found.

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He was a powder keg waiting to explode, and Foolish seriously had met his own limit when the hand he rose to grab his work ledger nearly met a rather vile bite.

An eerie silence settled between the two, Fool's eyes display a simmering ire. The dealer hastily dismissed the others until it was just him and Jain standing alone in the warehouse. For a while, he simply stares, sizing up the other shifter.

Then, Fool slowly began to move, circling the werehyena with calculated steps.

Julian was at a loss, looking at the medical kits that he had packed. His powers of healing were above average, so there wouldn't be a need for sutures or staples.

Hell, he probably wouldn't need to worry about wound dressings or antibiotics. But what did have him unnerved was the pain that was to come during the rapid regeneration.

The man sighs, tossing a bottle of alcohol on the hotel bed, ready to close the makeshift surgical kit bag when he spies the local anesthetic block. He takes it into his hand, wondering if it was worth a shot and if it would last long enough in his system.

Then again, the man didn't have a clue if the pellets were in deep or if they were more superficial. Raising his head to the door, Julian noticed that Jain wasn't back yet. Chewing at his bottom lip, the man decides to try, removing a syringe and a couple of hypodermic needles.

Bastardizing medicine, he drew up 7cc and changed out needles before sitting on the bed. He pulls up the leg of his boxers, estimating the incision area, injecting it in various areas on the side of his upper left thigh.

Incredible what Halloween could do.

The family could live off this for near-to a month; he’d be soothed for about that long.

Best time of the year.

Feeling magnanimous, Hobb turned to the only other figure present, offering up a toast.

“Buy you one; best time of the year, my friend.”