theindigolucroy:
“You don’t smell sick.” Indigo muttered to himself. The odor wasn’t much, but the wolf was now sensitive to the bacteria considering how it took over the town and he’d started research not long after the vampire massacre. “Do you have a friend who’s ill?” In that case, Indigo often found himself distracted to though he was also the sort to escape through black text on white paper.
“I’m not sick - as far as I know.” Setting the book face down, Laurence peered back at the man who stood before him, his expression a mixture of stoicism and curiosity. He had only begun to recognize residents recently, but Laurence was willing to wager they had never met. “Well yes, I do. She’s been affected slightly. May I ask what peeked your curiously?”
