#poe01

[alexander-evanss]

Closed starter: @arcas-in-arcadia​

Where: The Library

Alexander leaned against the counter with his arms folded over his chest. It had been about a week since his reunion with Charlie, and he couldn’t stop wondering if things went so poorly because of something he’d said or done. He continued to replay everything through his mind over and over again, and it was beginning to drive him crazy. Letting out a deep sigh, he pushed himself off the counter and stepped over to his coworker, Poe. Alexander was usually quiet, rarely the one to start conversations, but he was just hoping to get his mind off of everything. “So..” He made a face, realizing he actually had no idea how to begin a conversation with him, despite having worked and spoken with Poe many times before. He just didn’t know what to talk to Poe about so he simply asked, “what have you been up to, old man?” Hoping he’d talk to him about basically anything—  literally whatever to distract him from thinking about Charlie.

[barktiers-blog]

@rapiersquadron

Okay, so she’s indulging herself. She saw the bag of dog treats for sale and, well... A girl has urges, when she’s part dog. She can’t help it! Man, Bec used to love snausages. And irradiated steaks. One time, before she was part dog, she tried them--the snausages--because he just seemed to like them so dang much. She was ten, they were kind of gross. It was a bad idea.

But now they taste great! Raw meat is also tastier? Like a nice steak, especially the bone. Hm. Which... is weird. But she’s accepted that. After all, it is kind of like her dream come true, right? Padding through the night. Ears twitching with the sounds of the night, eyes shining in the dim kitchen nightlight. A hunter on the prowl.

A hunter, sitting on the counter, swinging her legs and popping another tasty treat into her mouth. Success. She will eat well tonight, and hunt another day.

And then she almost drops the bag as the door to the kitchen opens, jerking in surprise, and she whips her head around to stare at her housemate. Eyes shining a little ghoulishly in the dim near-dark of the room. Stark white ears standing out before anything else.

“...Um, hi.”