spam; the last journal post

[ukan]

[Getting on board was a moment of chaos. He remembers turning a corner, expecting to find fur and blood in his mouth, expecting maybe to get torn up in return, expecting maybe a bullet from above to take him down, too-

But instead he's somewhere metal, somewhere that smells of strangers and strangeness, and he's bleeding a trail but he runs for safety anyway. If there is any. If there are doors, anywhere, that he can open without changing back, because this has to be the FBI's work and so long as they think he's just a wolf, maybe they won't slit him open and poke around inside.]



[ooc: Lark is a wolf, for now. He'll have to change back sooner or later even if he doesn't want to, so feel free to tag him as human or wolf, just lemme know which.]

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[punched_hitler]

[When moving doesn't seem to be a problem, Steve does sit up; when Lark leaves the room altogether, he stands up, although he's aware that even if Lark comes back into the room as a human, this isn't over. He said it would be more involved than that, and Steve took him at his word.

So he's not necessarily surprised, when Lark comes back in with much the same expression Steve envisioned he wore as a wolf; Steve's used to being brushed off, and he's also used to not letting it bother him. Suffering it in silence never did him any favors, nor is it the point now. He doesn't approach Lark, just stays put, watching him, the air he exudes. He's definitely in charge in a way Steve can respect.] I can see why you're so good at what you do.

[As a lawyer... but as a wolf, too.]