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Anni watched him curiously, holding her fork up close to her cheek so her knuckles rested upon the soft skin. She could sense something amuck, but didn’t want to say anything. The laugh he gave (along with a bit of a choke) made Anni smile brighter. It was wholesome and kind, something she was definitely not used to at all.

Any business of Christa’s was business of her’s, and Anni would have preferred it if Mr James wasn’t snooping around her past. It was something better left untouched and kept buried. Perhaps more so for her sake, but if Mr James wasn’t careful…

The young woman cleared her throat. "So, um, are ya gonna choose to ignore my hints, Mister James?" she tried, adding just a drop of sickly sweet into her voice that she hoped he would definitely choose to ignore any hint. Anni poked around at her plate, still mostly taken up by untouched food. Up past her eyelashes, the redhead tried to act sly.

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Once again, Jim was shocked to find just how much he liked seeing Anni smile properly. It was an odd look on her, but not an unpleasant one. Certainly not an unpleasant one. No, if anything, it made her seem almost even more unattainably lovely. At least while she was scowling and mocking and flicking her gaze as though you were gum left on her front step you could pretend she was just some horrid person you'd want to spend your life avoiding. But when she smiled she became the most wonderful person in the room, the person whose stories you'd want to hear over and over again.

Dammit, Jim, he thought, you're on a job. There ain't no use mixin' business and pleasure, and this is an important case. Certainly not the kind of thing he could afford to do a half-assed job on. No, he would need his full attention focused on this one.

"Which ones are those?" He teased, grinning at her. He finished off what was left of his meal (mostly scrapings) and stacked his plates into an orderly pile. "The ones where you threaten to kill me, or the ones where you ask for my help? I may be a detective and all, but I'm still a man, and I hate to say it of my gender, but we're awful bad at interpreting mixed signals." He winked at her. "Though I guess you'd know pretty darn well just how dumb the whole lot of us can be."

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Anni froze the second she noticed the man’s hand reaching out towards her. Her breath caught in her lungs, allowing just a tiny squeak to escape. The words he spoke were soft and gentle, something she didn’t entirely figure he was capable of. But then, really, she had been obsessed with decorating eggs for a good portion of the early 2000s. Assuming what a person was capable of was never for anyone else to do. She tried to let the trapped breath dribble out of her quietly.

She watched him fork an entire pancake into his mouth, a whole pancake, and was left to stare with her lips slightly parted. Her tongue darted out to wet them both, and continued to peck at her own plate. It was difficult to have an appetite when the man across from Anni had enough appetite for the both of them. She forced little bites anyway.

"So, uh, when we find Christa, d’you think you’ll…continue investigating? Y’know, into whoever she — uh, hm. Uh, disposed of? Or will ya just crawl back into your dog crate ‘n continue sniffing out criminals?” Anni was almost smug with herself when she realised the unintended pun at the very end of her question. A small laugh managed to escape, and her teeth peeked out from behind bright lips.

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Jim watched her carefully, realizing that he had ended up touching her despite his worries about doing just that. But she hadn't bitten him, or thrown him through the window – two things he was absolutely certain she could do without much trouble – and so he decided to imagine that she hadn't minded all that much. Either way, he'd do his very best to keep his hands to himself. Not that he was a touchy-feely person, exactly. He wasn't. He liked shaking hands and brushing elbows and touching, the kind usually only done with the lights out, but as for that needy constant touching of someone else, well, he'd never had much patience for that.

Jim scooped the last of his eggs into his mouth, and finished off with a huge bite of sausage – right as she said the phrase "dog crate". He laughed hard, and had to let out a few loud coughs to dislodge a chunk of meat that had attempted to close off his airways. He downed the rest of his coffee and let out a sigh before he replied. "Well, I'm not exactly police so I don't have to report anything to anybody." He said. "I can't see why I wouldn't. Unless you don't want me pokin' round your friend's business. Then I can leave it well enough alone. I can take a hint––" he smiled at her and gave a quick nod. "––I just choose to ignore them, most'a the time."

He liked hearing her laugh, and laugh properly, not that harsh, biting laugh she'd given him as a form of derision. Even though she was still making fun of him. He held himself back from saying something like "you're a real firecracker, aren't'cha", which was on the tip of his tongue. And she was. But she was also incredibly intelligent, and even more frightening than that. Over the short time he'd known her, he already knew she could kill him six ways from Sunday, and there was something both respectable and alluring about that fact. 

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Anni gave a chuckle as the man informed he would try. Trying wouldn’t cut it — he would have to really give it his all if he wanted to clean his plates. The way he ate was a bit crude, but it was typical of a canine. They ate like they lived: messy and blissfully without a care.

The woman ate her food politely, perhaps even played up a bit. She tried not to fork too much food at once, and hoped none of it would cling to her mouth. Anni was oblivious to the ice cream adorning her upper lip.

Mr James ate forkful after forkful, and Anni regarded him cautiously. At least he was breathing quietly through his nose. She hated the noises people made whilst eating like he was currently, though Mr James was barely making a noise at all. He shoved a chunk of sausage in his mouth. While chewing, he informed Anni there was food on her face.

She choked down her bite of pancake, instantly rubbing the back of her hand across her mouth and lips. "Did I get it off? What was it? Goodness, this is so embarrassing," she mumbled. Anni kept wiping at her mouth, paranoid there was something still there.

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Jim worked his way across his plates with wild abandon, and no set order or rhythm, with the exception of his eating the meat first. He took long sips of coffee in between rabid mouthfuls. He knew he was eating across from a lady, and that he should be holding his fork in a manner that wasn't just clenching it in his fists, but he was hungry as the wolf. Despite having eaten a huge Roast Beef submarine sandwich earlier (dressed, as it were, onions and everything) he was still sure he was going to be able to finish his meal. Breakfast for dinner – what a novelty.

In any case, he knew he'd burned some energy shifting back at Anni's house, and his metabolism worked so quickly that he had to eat huge meals quite regularly to keep himself from feeling hungry; that was one of the reasons he'd been so ready to devour those humans he'd once called Neighbours right after he was transformed.

Despite eating as quickly as any house dog, he ate far more quietly. That was a matter of pride and personal grooming. He may hold his fork like a feral creature but he could do his best not to sound like one. Jim knew just how disgusting it could be to listen to someone wolf down their meal.

When Anni wiped her face clean, and then some, Jim smiled, then reached across the table to grab hold of her hand. He swallowed the food in his mouth before he went on. "You got it on the first go-round," he said softly. "don't want you to wipe those lips of yours off now." He let go of her hand and pulled it back to his side of the table. "How would you insult me without 'em? We'd be positively lost." He grinned, then folded his pancake in half twice with his fork, speared it, and shoved the whole thing in his mouth.

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Mr James tried to soften the blow of ma’am, but Anni wasn’t buying the courtesy. She huffed a sigh quietly, tossing her chin into her palm, elbow to table-top. Anni didn’t like to be addressed by anything other than miss, and even then it made her feel uncomfortable. 

Mr James ordered two of the same thing, and she assumed he was ordering for her, as well. Initially, Anni was almost…offended? in a way, since she had plans to eat something else. She also didn’t like when men made up their minds for her — they only ever ended up getting eaten. With that resentment bubbling under her skin, she barely heard lil miss Emma inquire if it was for both of them. Mr James answered with a no. 

Anni looked up from her stare at her menu, not moving her head. She blinked, then felt her cheeks flush quietly as he shifted his attention to her to ask what she wanted. Anni sat up straight, adjusting herself. "Oh, uh," she started. Anni turned to the waitress. "I’ll have buttermilk pancakes, three, maybe? I’ll pay for the third if needed, and, uh, two scoops’a vanilla icecream with chopped up bananas and strawberry sauce." She didn’t give her order too quick, as she noted that Emma was scribbling away in longhand. It made her feel a bit better about the girl calling her ma’am. 

"Did you want chocolate shavings, too? We’ve got dark chocolate, now!" Emma suggested excitedly. Anni’s mood lightened. “Oooh!” she hummed. "Yes, yeah! Sure. Can ya give me a little extra?" She offered Emma a genuine smile, and the blushing waitress mirrored it.

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Emma came back with Mr James’ orders, as each one came with two plates each. And both were huge. Emma seemed to struggle, but managed rather well. Anni’s eyes just about popped out of her skull when the plates were set before Mr James. "You gonna eat all'a that, Mister?” she gawked, wondering where it would go. Well, then again, he was a hound of some sort, right? So, it would make sense for him to use it as fuel instead of stored fat. Emma came right back with Anni’s meal, and remarked on how yummy it looked. Anni agreed and got her cutlery ready.

The waitress left the two alone, and Anni was digging into her pancakes. A bit of icecream managed to kiss at her upper lip, though she didn’t notice. 

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He half-watched as Anni's expression shifted from irritable to surprised, his attention diverted by his efforts to free every last drop of milk from the little plastic pots provided with his coffee. He'd spent so many years drinking Café au Lait that it was odd to him to drink coffee without it being half-milk. Once he'd poured a sufficient amount of milk into it, he took a long sip. The coffee here was really, really good. Some of the best he was sure he'd ever had, and he'd had coffee in a lot of places. It was just the right kind of dark and bitter, and when coupled with the slight-sweetness of the warming milk, it made for a perfect cup of coffee.

After Emma had left with their orders, Jim smiled over the table at Anni. "Pancakes, ay?" He said. "Solid choice." He looked around the diner before returning his gaze to her. "You were right, too, about this place. It's wonderful." He brought his hands onto the table and folded his fingers together. 

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Jim's mouth spread into a wide, earnest grin at the sight of the food approaching. He moved his hands and coffee out of the way so Emma could set the plates down on the table. "Well, I plan to give it an honest try." He replied, unrolling his knife and fork. He dug right in, spearing a sausage and biting off a large chunk.

He looked over at Anni, and bit his lip to keep from laughing at her with a smear of ice cream across her upper lip, her perfect visage marred slightly. He debated for a moment about wiping it off himself, but he wasn't quite sure he wanted his hand any closer to her face than was necessary at this point in their relationship, so he settled for taking another bite of the sausage before he said. "You've got somethin' on your face, cher."

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Anni loved the atmosphere of her little diner. It wasn’t actually hers, but she had worked there enough summers to have it feel like home. She knew almost everyone by name (except for the one position which was cycled out every other season). Anni picked her favourite spot in the entire place, excited for Mr James’ response. Would he like it? Hell, did she care? Apparently so, the way her heart rattled against her ribcage. 

A woman younger than her waltzed up towards them, offering them her name. Emma. Anni didn’t know her, so she assumed right away it was the job that was cycled. The strawberry blonde girl with freckles looked absolutely lovely, and Anni suddenly wished she could be friends with her. It was an odd thought, but common enough that Anni could suppress it without a care. 

She waited for Mr James to order his drink, then Emma (and Mr James) looked to Anni. She beamed up at the bright-eyed girl, happy to just be in the diner. "I’ll have a strawberry lemonade," she asked. Emma slipped her pen behind her ear, notebook in her apron pocket, and gave a sweet nod. She hurried behind the counter to pour them their drinks. 

Anni wondered if Martha was still working in the kitchen, since she made the best grilled cheese in the whole world. She also wondered if Cleo was still the owner. Most likely, though she did have plans to give the ownership papers to her daughter. She was lost in her thoughts when Emma arrived back at the table with their drinks. 

She sprung Anni from her thoughts when she asked if there was enough lemon. "I just made a few jugs this morning, and I wasn’t sure how much lemon to add, since there is also strawberries, right? So I hope that it’s alright, ma’am."

Anni was surprised to say the least, especially since she had never been addressed as ‘ma’am’ in her entire life. She also knew that ma’am was usually only given to women who were married or old, and she was neither — so what was miss Emma’s deal? "I’m sure it’ll be fine, thanks," she tried, the tiniest ghost of annoyance hinting in her voice.

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Jim's attention flicked from his menu to his table-companion, who he was ardently refusing to mentally refer to as his "date". Because that would take things to a whole new level of bad and weird. A level of bad and weird where Anni and he were on a date, and where she wasn't Anni the client with the missing friend, but Anni the woman. He had trouble speaking to women. It made it easier to think of them as people, as personalities, but then they'd flash a bit of thigh or flick their long, scented hair and it would hit him like a brick; woman.

Invariably, they assumed they were smarter and better than him, and sometimes they were entirely right. It most certainly didn't help that for the most part, their weapon of choice was flirtation, something that was worse to him than a silver bullet. He never would've recognized it directed towards him if he couldn't smell attraction hanging in the air like a rotting wreath of flowers. Jim's eyebrows rose slightly at Anni's drink choice. He'd pegged her as an Herbal Tea or Champagne sort of person, but everyone had their surprises. In any case, the sweet drink suited her, somehow. At least on the surface.

Ma'am. Oh, god. Jim actually let out a loud bark of laughter. He looked over and up at Emma. Boo, he thought, you fucked up big time. "I'm ready to order, if that's alright with you." He said, trying to defuse the tension he could smell seeping out of Anni. Emma turned her attention back to him and gave him a small smile and a quick nod. She pulled her notepad from her apron and her pen from behind her ear, and readied herself. "I'll have two orders of the Signature Breakfast, eggs poached, toast whole wheat, and sausage instead of bacon. Oh, and blueberry pancakes instead of plain."

Emma looked him over, obviously confused. To be fair to her, the Signature Breakfast was a big meal. "Are you... ordering for both of you?" She asked, trying to clarify. Jim shook his head and smiled at her. "Naw, just for me." He replied. He looked back over at Anni. "Do you know what you want yet?" He folded his menu back together and set about ripping open the tiny containers of milk for his coffee. 

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» just the basics. that's all he owns. a handful of shirts, a few pairs of pants, shoes, skinny ties in a variety of shades of black, charcoal, dark brown, and grey, and the blazer, that blue-black piece of cotton that does far too little about the cold and the wet.

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The diner was far nicer than anything he'd have picked out as a diner. The seats weren't even made of vinyl, and really, what was a diner without sticky furniture? He let her pick the table, and followed behind her, looking about with polite amusement. The whole thing, from her head to her toes and this place, was so far outside of his comfort zone it was ridiculous. He'd been tossed out of more nice restaurants than he'd eaten in. Even though this wasn't exactly a five-star restaurant. He slid into the chair across from her, and looked around. In the background the warm crackling of music changed from some 1970s hit to a 1930s jazz hit (both of which he was sure he'd heard in their original era). He looked back to her, before turning his attention to their server.

"Hello, miss." Jim said with a small smile. He'd basically perfected his routine for Talking To Strangers (And Especially Strangers Who Are Women), which included (a) not being an asshole (the hardest step) (b) not being frightening (also rather difficult) and (c) not being an awkward old man. She smiled back at him, and set down their menus in front of them.

"I'm Emma, I'll be your server today." She said. "Can I get you two drinks to start with?" Jim looked down at the beverage section on the back of the menu. "I'll have coffee." He replied, then looked over at Anni. His hope was that by the end of this meal, they'd know each other a little better, and perhaps even like each other. He didn't like many people, but he had a feeling he'd like her. She was difficult, and rough around the edges. Hell, they were more different than cats and dogs, but he could empathize with that part of her. He unfolded his menu and looked it over while he waited for Anni. 

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Anni felt terrible about her semi-morph. Sometimes it just happened, and if she wasn’t prepared for it, then anyone nearby was not, either. He seemed a bit jumpy, though more guilty than anything — and when the musty scent of cigarette smoke was inhaled, Anni figured out why. Her shoulders dropped slightly, and she brought worried hands up to her forehead.

"We don’t like the way other daemons taste. Not enough human hormones. Human males are especially weak, and goodness, are they ever squishy. Your buddies down at the station will be hearing reports of missing men soon enough, which is why I need ya to help me find her." She tugged down her hands, folding her arms. Anni stared at Mr James warily. Was he still freaked about her natural form? She could smell the anxiety in the air past all the cancer fumes…so she kept her distance. Just to be safe for both of them.

Along with the anxiety, there was a very subtle awkwardness. "Look, Mister James, I won’t eat you. You smell gross as hell, and I prefer cow over dog, don’t chya know. And anyway — I’m a ve-ge-tarian.” The last word was punctuated. She hoped this would placate him enough to calm down. Anni heaved a sigh, blowing loose strands of hair out of her face. "If ya want, we can go to a diner, or something. When taking our leave, I can bring you ‘round Christa’s place and let you sniff around." At that mention, Anni couldn’t help but grin to herself. She disliked shifters, but she had never actually interacted with a dog shifter before. A cat person at heart, though, perhaps she could be persuaded. 

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He nodded as she explained, glad they were just moving on past what could have gotten bad very quickly. He looked down at himself, and poked a finger into his lower abdomen. "Squishy, ay?" He murmured, thinking back to when he was human. Had he been noticeably 'sguisher' then? He'd been a bare-knuckle boxer before he'd been turned, so he'd always been in good shape. Not that that sort of thing probably mattered to her-from what he'd seen, she could probably go Kirby on just about anything.

He thought of correcting her from 'dog' to 'wolf', but he had the feeling that the distinction wouldn't matter much. Even to him, his fully transformed self looked rather more like a thin husky than a terrifying monster of the night. Dog, indeed. "Well thanks, cher, for that kind little word." he said, but he was smiling slightly, and any objection was colored by amusement at this whole situation. "I thought about that whole thing, the vegetarian thing, but it turns out I'm a carnivore. Though I've always preferred cow." And on the topic of food: "A diner'd be great. I'm starving, and we can get to know one another a little more." He let out a little chuckle. "Well, I'll do my best."

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At his prompt of why she let him in, Anni erupted into disoriented giggles. It took a few seconds to calm herself down enough to respond. "Well, Mister James, just ‘cause a mud bath is made’a mud, doesn’t mean it’s bad for your skin!" Anni snuffed her laughter, composing herself. She rose from the floor in a fluid movement (without even using her hands) and paced around the room.

Mr James inquired about the type of clients they had, and Anni suddenly grew very, very defensive. Her face seemed to vibrate and wrestle desperately with itself in order to remain human. She flicked her head to the side, facing the slightly open window. "The clients are wealthy men who hide secrets, though you better not be implying anything else," Anni huffed through gritted teeth. He must have known what sort of field she and Christa worked in, though Anni wondered if he knew how important she was in the business. If he did, Anni was sure he’d try to get something out of her other than a cheque. 

The redhead paced the room while playing with her necklace. She wasn’t sure if she could trust him outright, but was not opposed to being warmed up to. Anni licked at her lips, purely coincidental, when Mr James asked what she and Christa ‘were.’ Her eyes flashed with — something — and she flicked her gaze upon the man. "Something you wouldn’t like when angered, I assure ya," she hummed with a tiny grin. The anger from his previous question was still boiling her insides. 

And…with the mention of Eve, that’s when Anni lost it. Her face was the first to ripple and change; her mouth and nose disappeared, replaced with smooth flesh. Her eyes and sclera were inked black, and grew wide and round. Only the lower half of her body remained completely human, as she soon realised what in Lilith’s name she had done. The rock-like mass that had begun to consume her upper body seemed to slither back underneath her human skin. It looked like rock, but acted as if oil. While still very frightening, a voice emanated from within her, despite having no visible mouth.

"DO NOT SPEAK OF THE SECOND WIFE UNDER THIS ROOF, DOG," it rang. The voice left a foul scent in the air, which smelled differently to everyone. Anni’s bare chest heaved with silent breaths. The skin of her natural form finally receded fully and she returned to her human self. 

The second Anni was fully human again, she tore away from the room, defiant and almost ashamed, and was heard pounding down the hall. A door slammed shut, and her cat mewled pathetically after her. Something was swiped off a surface and onto the floor as it crashed loudly. She swore and kicked something else.

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It was at least ten minutes before Anni had calmed the fuck down. She returned to the living room, looking far more guilty than Mr James deserved. "Sorry about that, Mister James. I just really don’t like it when she’s mentioned. To us, she doesn’t hold a good place in our hearts.” Anni was still guilty for perhaps scaring the man, and hoped he would forgive her and (hopefully) help her find Christa. "I think now ya know why I need to find Christa, eh?" She tried to chuckle, but it came out weak.

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Jim's eyes narrowed minutely, his expression somewhere between 'deadpan' and 'nearly pissed off'. "Hilarious." He remarked dryly, then sighed and stretched slightly. "Well, at the very least you've admitted in some round-about and entirely backhanded – perhaps even unintentional – manner that I'm not all bad, which is a start." He fished back into his pocket for his pack of gum, only to find that he'd used the last piece in his mockery of her, and then wondered vaguely if she'd track down and murder him whenever she found the butt and gum wrapper in her vase. He was leaning towards a very strong maybe.

His eyes followed her as she stood, though he remained seated on her couch. No need to appear to follow her around wherever she went. He watched with a distant professionalism as she got defensive. So then she was an escort, or something of that nature. "I don't need to imply anything," he said. And he didn't. Though even a human detective with a basic understanding of microexpressions could have solved this one in a heartbeat, all Jim had to do was inhale. Moods gave off scents, and the air was thick with Anni's.

He pulled his hand back from his pocket and raised both in front of him, palms forwards. "Now don't get angry with me, Anni, the reason I'm here and not the officer is because unlike him, I'm good at my job. You lyin' to me in no way means I'm not going to find out the truth – it only weakens my trust in you." He crossed his legs, ankle to knee. "And I–" he said pointedly. "–do trust you." He gave a moment of pause. "At least a little." Jim finished, and then smiled.

He shrugged when she said he shouldn't anger her. Whatever she was, there wasn't much of a chance that she'd end up being a threat to him. So long as she wasn't made entirely of metal or mistletoe, he'd probably be fine. He couldn't know for sure, seeing as how he'd never encountered anything that smelled quite like her, but he'd lasted through enough fights and even a war or two to know that he was a lot harder to kill than the average bloke of his weight class. Though, what with the way her eyes kept narrowing at him, and the way her thin frame seemed even taller (she already had a few inches on him) and more intimidating, he might not escape from a fight with her unscathed.

His thoughts were drawn away from guessing her genus to repeating in his head "oh mother of god, holy fucking SHIT what IS that?!" in response to her genus – or at least, what he could see of it. His body instantly went into fight or flight mode, and for a moment he knew he considered killing her – but that wasn't him anymore, and in any case, he wasn't angry enough. Just shocked and a little bit scared. So he did his best to back off; he curled up onto the couch, bringing his feet in to his chest, tucking his chin to his knees, and making himself as small as was possible. Make a smaller target, get your (metaphorical, at this point) tail between your legs.

The moment she was out of the room, he uncurled himself and stood, at first to leave. Then he sighed and realised that she could've attacked, and she hadn't. That was enough for him to remain in the house, and wait for her to calm down. He paced back and forth across the floor, and it was only on his third lap of the small space that he realised he had claws instead of nails. With a reluctant sigh, he inspected the rest of his body. His arms were covered in thicker, coarser hair than usual, and he was sure his face was in a similar state. He caught sight of himself in a mirror, eyes yellow and teeth deadly. He needed a cigarette, or a large glass of scotch.

He deliberated for a moment before deciding. "Fuck it," he said under his breath. "she got me worked up, I'm allowed to fix it." He move to the nearest window and flung it open, before he lit a cigarette and took a drag. The nicotine took effect almost instantly, leaving just enough of a calm in his body that his instincts quit reacting. It was like dealing with really aggressive allergies, if he thought about it. His body perceived most things to be enough of a threat that they deserved to be eaten, and cigarettes and alcohol kept his body confused enough that he never had to really think about working to control his biological desire to kill almost everyone.

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When he heard the door to the room she'd vanished to open, he was still leaned half out her window, cigarette in hand. He quickly dropped the butt into a vase (a different one than the first), and turned to face her as she entered the room. There was virtually no hope of getting rid of the smell that quickly, though the window certainly had helped to minimize it, so he decided he'd just do his utmost to be candid. He thought over what she'd said for a few seconds before he replied. "I do. I really do. And if she's anything like you, then I worry about the poor shit who's in my position right now." He paused. "I get the feeling they might not be so durable as me."

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ROUGE ET LE LOUP. life swarms with innocent monsters. [ listen ] 

01. bad girls - m.i.a 02. too many boys (boys) - sky ferreira. 03. gasoline - alpine. 04. oblivion - grimes. 05. girls - marina and the diamonds. 06. lover i don't have to love - juliana everyday. 07. gods and monsters - lana del rey. 08. problem (kat krazy remix) - natalia kills. 09. twisted nerve - esbe. 10. kinda outta luck - lana del rey. 11. bang bang - nancy sinatra. 12. no grey - the neighbourhood. 13. sleeping - donovan wolfington. 14. me and mr. wolf - the real tuesday weld. 15. kill of the night - gin wigmore. 16. e.v.o.l - marina and the diamonds. 16. tear you apart - she wants revenge. 18. (i always kill) the things i love - the real tuesday weld. 19 - until we bleed - kleerup feat. lykke li. 20. we must be killers - mikky ekko. 21. where is my mind - yaov.

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JAMES MARCUS JAMES JR. age unknown. true neutral OR chaotic neutral. werewolf, journalist/private eye — josh stewart.

GENERAL.

nicknames: Jim, Jimmy, James, Jamie date of birth: October 14th nationality: American orientation: Pansexual religion: Atheist

APPERANCE.

faceclaim: Josh Stewart distinguishing features: Ever-present stubble, messy hair, eyes bluer than the sea. height: 5’8” hair colour: Medium-brown eye colour: Blue

BACKGROUND.

place of birth: Los Angeles, California residence: America father: James Andrew James Sr. mother: Emily Sutherland siblings: None mental illnesses: None

PERSONALITY.

moral alignment: True Neutral or Chaotic Neutral jung: ISFP » unpredictable, curious, competitive, passionate, independent, observant strengths: Intelligent, caring, hardworking, active, observant, trustworthy, skilful, loyal. weaknesses: Stubborn, curmudgeonly, sarcastic, loner, restless, disrespectful, arrogant, stingy.  desc.: For the most part, he's calm, though he can be a bit of a grouch sometimes. But if you properly piss him off, or hurt someone he cares about, then any of that kindness goes away and he becomes a real monster.

MISC.

likes: Smoking, winter, sleeping, being alone, whiskey, solving cases, helping those in need, the smell of the laundromat near his apartment, swimming.  dislikes: People who abuse others, prissiness, cats, overly loud music, being ignored, idiots talking down to him, most men his "age", hot weather, really extroverted people, the treatment of the homeless, most other werewolves. abilities: Speed-healing, slower aging (he ages about about 1/100th the rate of humans), higher body temperature (103°F on average), a very fast metabolism (which means that he can't get drunk, and also that medicine burns right through him), super-human strength, speed, smell, sight, and hearing.  weaknesses: Silver, lead, and iron are toxic to him, he is allergic to wolfsbane, chocolate, grapes, mistletoe, and almonds, he's slightly colour-blind (mild tritanopia).

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; headcanon 001

» in truth, he drinks and smokes far too much. but it's not as if he can really get drunk – a downside to his incredibly fast metabolism – and in any case, it helps him. cigarettes and alcohol calm his mind a little bit, slow everything minutely enough that he doesn't have to work so hard at keeping the wolf in check. in the past, he's tried harder drugs, and while they did leave him calmer than ever, he didn't like the feeling of it. and so he smokes.