"You're fuckin' insane for stayin'," Eliot said again. "You've got a phobia of dogs and you want to stick around when I turn into a friggin' beast?" But eventually he followed it with a sigh. "You're not goin' anywhere even if I tell you to... so yeah, let's just... try to survive the night."
The second plate of food that Eliot got sat in the werewolf's lap as he picked at it. That appetite he had previously had vanished as soon as he started thinking about tonight. This would be his first time changing with anyone around and letting anyone see his... bestial form. Nervous really didn't describe it properly.
He grew quiet though, and the plate of poked food bits was wordlessly put on the coffee table. Eliot tried to settle back carefully without putting pressure on his wound. He shifted a few times, grimaced a few more, then just sort of leaned forward to watch tv that way. He was restless.
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Date: 2013-04-12 08:58 am (UTC)The second plate of food that Eliot got sat in the werewolf's lap as he picked at it. That appetite he had previously had vanished as soon as he started thinking about tonight. This would be his first time changing with anyone around and letting anyone see his... bestial form. Nervous really didn't describe it properly.
He grew quiet though, and the plate of poked food bits was wordlessly put on the coffee table. Eliot tried to settle back carefully without putting pressure on his wound. He shifted a few times, grimaced a few more, then just sort of leaned forward to watch tv that way. He was restless.