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Warmth. Ohh, warmth. Most cold nights were spent finding a heater to hide under and curling up as tight as possible if the Shifter was unable to find someone to take him in and a yak wouldn't have gone over well with the populous. Northern urban areas were the usual problem. However, a wonderful finding had him wound tight into a scaly ball under a luxurious chair. Artificial heat soaked into his serpentine form and brought more than a few tiny sighs of comfort from his jaws. A mouse would have been warmer, sure, but in a hotel those were generally killed on sight. A snake had a better chance of survival upon being found, especially an exotic and fairly massive boa. The scent of the paranormal lay thick over his tongue, but he would survive. He always survived.

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Reacquainted Grief

It was raining.

Go figure.

Will had reached the point where if he stayed in the flat any longer he was likely to snap. All the dark energy in there couldn't seem to be erased with any abundance of smudging. It was crowded, it was cramped, and he was in too much pain to trust himself around the two youngsters who now resided there. He'd waited for both to fall asleep, memories thick in mind, before grabbing his cane and coat and limping out.

He was in a shape from the few days he'd spent under "Angela's care." Not to mention the three being used as a human/wizard superball. For some reason, beasties from the Nevernever seemed to really like throwing him against walls. Or windows. Or the ground. Or even just straight up. It was most certainly less fun for the ball. He was beat, bruised, and grieving, and for that there was one solution: the pub a couple blocks away. Had he the option, he would have gone to one further away, but with his foot and leg and everything the way it was... he would have to deal with the further memories of Peter Hansen. It was where they escaped a rain much like this one months ago on the day they met.

With a shiver at the cold, Will stopped to lean his cane against his leg (as his other arm was heavily bandaged and held in a sling under his coat), turn up his coat collar to rest against the ginger hair plastered against his neck, and carry on.

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