IC Inbox III

[ukan]

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[ukan]

Mm-hmm. And the smell never really goes away.

[citizendetective]

I've never noticed it...

[ukan]

I'm a werewolf. Smelling years old blood is my real curse.

[citizendetective]

[She stops dead, looking at him with clear interest.]

Seriously?

How did I not know this?

[ukan]

You didn't? I assumed everyone did. I'm the dog you see on the deck sometimes--the one with the red tennis ball.

[citizendetective]

No, I didn't, but I've totally seen you! Wow.

[ukan]

If you have a decent arm, I'm always looking for someone to throw it for me.

[citizendetective]

I have decent aim, but no tolerance for dog slobber...

[She shoots him a little grin, then starts to walk again.]

Can you transform anytime you want?

[ukan]

Neither does my husband. He has a plastic ball thrower.

I can change whenever I want, and the full moon does nothing to me. I don't drink alcohol because- well one, I'm an alcoholic, but two, if I get drunk I change against my will and no one needs a drunk wolf running wild.

[citizendetective]

Geez, the Barge must be hard for you. Everyone is always wanting to get drinks.

[ukan]

Sometimes I enjoy the challenge, resisting the temptation. Other times... [a small, 'what can you do' shrug]