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Today's theme is crackNot the drug, crack-cocaine, but things in fic where the only way to explain how something so silly got written to someone out of fandom, is that you must've been in something to think of it. (Anyone got a better explantion
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When Mitchell started returning his glances, George tried even harder -- but it was hard when his heightened werewolf senses told him of Mitchell's increased arousal every time he entered the same room as him. George began to avoid his friend, wondering anxiously if Mitchell possessed some instinct like George's, that betrayed their mutual attraction.
Eventually -- Mitchell cornered him and pressed the issue.
George was a little dazed when Mitchell pulled back from the surprise kiss, smiling a little sheepishly, as if just remembering that the object of his affections actually still needed to breathe. Mitchell's smile faded slightly, his dark eyes solemn and anxious, and he bit the side of his lip uncertainly as he waited for George's reaction.
It only took him a moment to make his decision.
"Great," he groaned, rolling his eyes -- but the mockery in his tone was gentle and accepting. "Now I'm a werewolf -- and a fairy!"
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