Pulling at the drawstrings of his prison issued hoodie Israel feigned interest in the a display of music instruments. Dark eyes sliding to watch the police SUV pull away from the curb and leave him behind. This felt all too familiar as he felt his stomach drop. He could still feel the guard’s tight grip on his shoulder as his hot breath whispered for him to behave himself. Sinking his teeth into his lip the wolf continued to stare at the instruments. His posture was stiff and his apathetic gaze transfixed on his own reflection in a guitar. Noting the model of the guitar, he frowned to himself. He had the same one years ago. Trying to recall what happened to it, he stiffened as he picked up on footfalls. Taking in Elessar’s scent he slowly turned to face him, those dark eyes boring into the older man. Slowly withdrawing an iPhone from his pocket, he typed into it carefully, his gaze shifting to look at Elessar warily every now and then. The last guard had made a note about the apparent language barrier the wolf had with the other. The phone was old and otherwise useless aside from the speech app. It didn’t even have any games or internet on it. “I’m a little perplexed as to why I’m here. You strike me as someone who prefers to work alone.” The British monotone of it annoyed him. With that he tilted his head exposing the collar around his neck as he began toying with the hoodie strings. The collar itself looked like it had seen better days and in some places the leather strap was stained a dark brown from blood. It was old, worn, a testament to how long Israel had been imprisoned.
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