Give me some good werewolf Wilford (or Jims) please
Wilford didnāt keep track of time very well. Considering how fluently he moved through it, it wasnāt that surprising. But it occasionally got him into trouble.
He didnāt have his usual symptoms this time. A little ache-y in the bones, a little constructed in the skin but nothing obvious. Even his cravings werenāt that bad this time around. Usually heād be drooling for something raw and only barely dead to sink his teeth - fangs? - into, at least by the time he looked any different. But this timeā¦
Heād been working hard. He was enthusiastic about the current project, and with the Jims able to capture his magic so well on camera, they scarcely ever needed to do second takes. But Bim noticed something on the playback monitor and called cut.
It was unlike Bim to take any sort of directing roll so Wilford got in a bit of a huff, but the Jims cut anyway.
āTrimmer? What on earth - we were doing fine!ā
āSir, I hate to be the one to tell you this but I NEED to get you into hair and makeup. You look⦠just terrible. When was the last time you shaved?ā
Wilford was dumbfounded. His appearance hadnāt changed without him willing it to do so with his powers for almost a century, whyā¦?
Heād already summoned a mirror for himself by the time Bim had one to hand him, and his blood ran cold at his reflection. He was NOT about to be exposed, not when they were in the middle of filming, for goodness sake.
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