Owls
It had been a long day. A long weekend. A long month. Sebastian wanted to pride himself of coping with things - not always coping well, but still coping - completely on his own. If there was anything he should be able to cope with, it was this. His baby sister showing up on his - their - doorstep shouldn't throw him off so much.
But she'd been dead.
Except she wasn't and she was a werewolf with some weird little community. Things weren't adding up, not really. Something seemed off, but Sebastian was so turned around he didn't know if he thought that because of instincts or anxiety.
So he did something he hadn't done, not in years. He asked, in his way.
[Owl to Reid]
How's Skylar? How are you?
-SD
[Owl to Jemma]
My sister's alive.
-Bash
But she'd been dead.
Except she wasn't and she was a werewolf with some weird little community. Things weren't adding up, not really. Something seemed off, but Sebastian was so turned around he didn't know if he thought that because of instincts or anxiety.
So he did something he hadn't done, not in years. He asked, in his way.
[Owl to Reid]
How's Skylar? How are you?
-SD
[Owl to Jemma]
My sister's alive.
-Bash