#mvnces. sobieski

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continued form here || @mvnces (singh and sobieski)

Not fuckin' moping. One of Singh's eyebrows lifts. "Uh huh." And this is his I believe you face. Fecking idjit. His eyes are rolling even before the source of the not-moping is revealed.

"You said it smelled like shite yesterday!" is his protest. How was he to know that that didn't mean Sobieski wanted nothing more to do with it?

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@mvnces || continued from here x

"I'm never seeing you in again, you ass."

It would be marginally less embarrassing if this truly were a large, excited dog. Instead, everyone here knows this is a grown-ass man in wolven form who barreled him over and is giving him a thorough investigating. Is this worse than if he was getting his ass handed to him here? It might be.

"Oh, Christ, your nose is wet," Singh complains, loudly and with feeling, as he tries to get his hands properly between himself and snout to push Sobieski away. "If you lick me I'll kill you, I swear t' god, Sobieski, don't ye feckin' dare-"

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@mvnces / cont.

Harry laughs, light and easy, his eyebrows lifting as he drifts closer to keep John from grabbing more than one or two. "Are we feeding an army, or just us?" John has eyes for too many, in other words. He sets a hand atop his wolf's, urging that pepper back down to the others. It's a strong flavour, bell pepper. A strong... fruit? Vegetable? Hm. He picks one out to survey for himself. "I'd like to be able to taste everything else in our food, please."

This one... not too small, and no bruising or wrinkling to the skin. He holds it out as quick eyes scan for another.

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@mvnces SENT “i've hit people for less.” FOR sobieski & singh

  Sobieski's tone gives him just enough reason for pause, a squint and cock of his head marking the beat where Singh otherwise might have spoken. “I can't tell if that's meant to be reassurance for me or a threat.” He slides the little plate of dessert back across the table. “I did ask if you were gonna eat it.”

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[ COOK ] - sobieski to yves

[ COOK ]:     sender and receiver go cooking together.

"John." They're garnering a few sideways glances from the other students in this little cooking class, but Harry hasn't really noticed. Or- more accurately, he doesn't care about the few he's seen.

He makes another reach for the knife, and Sobieski slides it further out of reach. It almost knocks an onion off the workspace - it teeters dangerously before rolling back to settle against the knife's hilt.

"John." He's trying to keep his voice down, but the laughter coloring his attempt at an admonishment is unmistakable. "This isn't proper knife safety."

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❛ i don't wanna lie to you. ❜ - sobieski to noel ( @mvnces )

... Right. The bloody ask me no questions and I'll tell you no lies bullshit so common in their field. It's part of why he can't keep a civilian partner for any serious stretch. Singh sucks his teeth, gaze shifting sideways with his frustration. It sure does suck to be on the other side of it, even adjacently, from a friend.

"'s on me. I dunno why I even asked."

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can you see how many fingers i’m holding up ? - (@mvnces) sobieski to yves

"Are we counting your thumbs as fingers, or as thumbs?" Hard to say from that alone if Yves is concussed or not. He at least has the decency to look apologetic with enough scolding. "Alright, alright, three."

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Werewolves who have little tails that will sometimes wag without the wolf meaning to do it. Now picture Sobieski, giant werewolf he is, wagging his tail when he sees Noel after a mission.

"So y'do like me." Noel grins, wide and shit-eating, up from the wagging tail to Sobieski's snout. Can't hide when you're feelings are on your... rump.

"C'mere." He pulls the wolf down with zero fear, hooking an arm across the back of Sobieski's shoulders and pulling (insisting, really, because he doesn't actually have the strength to move the bastard if he doesn't want to be moved) to rub his knuckles into that wide forehead, between those fuzzy ears. "Went well, then?"