Mercy wasn't entirely sure what was going on, but she'd decided to find a place where she could observe without looking too much like she was just staring at people
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Re: Talk with MercylovemykiltJuly 27 2013, 22:10:58 UTC
Priestly finished off his shirtless, kilted run at the Perk for a coffee (as had been pointed out, everyone in fic was addicted to coffee). He lifted his chin in greeting at Mercy. "Baaaabe."
Because that was how assholes greeted women, you see.
Re: Talk with MercywalkswithcoyoteJuly 27 2013, 22:29:00 UTC
Mercy looked up at him curiously. He looked a lot like her teacher. Except for the hair and well... She sniffed at him, because that was how she always used her super sense of smell, regardless of whether people noticed or not - though normally no one seemed to notice it at all.
No, he didn't smell like Dean Winchester, not nearly as much scent of gun oil and much more crazy hair product.
He was odd, but his near nakedness did wake up her coyote hormones a bit.
Re: Talk with MercylovemykiltJuly 27 2013, 22:45:38 UTC
Priestly spun the chair around to sit on it backwards -- while wearing a kilt, which was a good several inches shorter than it usually was -- and leaned his arms on the chair. "So." He waggled his eyebrows. "How you doing?"
Re: Talk with MercywalkswithcoyoteJuly 27 2013, 22:53:33 UTC
Oh please. Hadn't he read any of that NC-17 werewolf fic? Had he no idea just how well hung all the werewolves were? Did he not know that Mercy had grown up in a world where these amazingly gorgeous, well-hung werewolves got naked around her all the time?
Still... the hormones he was pumping out...
She smiled at him, then looked at him a little warily, thoughts of Samuel suddenly springing to her mind. (No one said the fic writers were consistent!) "I'm okay... You must be... very warm."
Re: Talk with MercywalkswithcoyoteJuly 27 2013, 23:26:55 UTC
A litter of coyote pups, how sweet! Did coyotes go into heat?
There was a brief moment of blankness while the fic writer did a little research. Damn. Inconclusive. And they didn't want to waste more time on it. If only Mercy was part cat!
Mercy blushed. "Oh you. I mean, I barely know you!"
Re: Talk with MercylovemykiltJuly 27 2013, 23:31:05 UTC
Oh, five minutes was plenty of time, in fic terms. The fic writer already tried to do research on the heat thing, how much effort did you want them putting into this thing?
"Well, then clearly we need to get to know each other. . . . better."
Re: Talk with MercywalkswithcoyoteJuly 27 2013, 23:36:13 UTC
She leaned in, chest suddenly much larger and, well... heaving,/i> a little. "Really!"
But then her face clouded over. "But I have baggage. So very much baggage. Because of a man. A very hot sexy man like you. Who only wanted me because he wanted to have puppies with me. I mean, babies. Babies."
Re: Talk with MercylovemykiltJuly 27 2013, 23:40:00 UTC
"I'm okay with baggage, baby." He wasn't okay with baggage. "I'll totally support you with whatever you need." No he wouldn't. "I only need puppies if you need puppies. Or babies."
He had no desire for either, except potential as ways to hit on more girls.
Re: Talk with MercywalkswithcoyoteJuly 27 2013, 23:47:34 UTC
Mercy sniffed loudly, smelling the truth of what he was saying. Or in this case the lack of truth.
Or was her super smell working? Oh, no, it seemed that she had a slight cold! Not enough to detract from her sudden enhanced beauty, but just enough to prevent her from being able to judge his truthfulness. And certainly not enough to prevent her from being influenced by pheromones.
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Because that was how assholes greeted women, you see.
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No, he didn't smell like Dean Winchester, not nearly as much scent of gun oil and much more crazy hair product.
He was odd, but his near nakedness did wake up her coyote hormones a bit.
"Um... Hi. Do I know you?"
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You really don't want to, Mercy. Not this weekend.
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Of course she was always this forward. In a snarky way, obviously.
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Oh honey. No.
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Still... the hormones he was pumping out...
She smiled at him, then looked at him a little warily, thoughts of Samuel suddenly springing to her mind. (No one said the fic writers were consistent!) "I'm okay... You must be... very warm."
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Well, sure, but Priestly was from a romantic comedy universe. Which totally meant everyone had sex with everyone else all the time.
Or . . . something.
"Almost as hot as you look, right now."
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She purred a bit. Coyote, cat, same thing, right?
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WHY WAS HE TALKING ABOUT BABIES?
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There was a brief moment of blankness while the fic writer did a little research. Damn. Inconclusive. And they didn't want to waste more time on it. If only Mercy was part cat!
Mercy blushed. "Oh you. I mean, I barely know you!"
Five minutes. Was that enough?
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"Well, then clearly we need to get to know each other. . . . better."
In a sexy way.
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But then her face clouded over. "But I have baggage. So very much baggage. Because of a man. A very hot sexy man like you. Who only wanted me because he wanted to have puppies with me. I mean, babies. Babies."
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He had no desire for either, except potential as ways to hit on more girls.
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Or was her super smell working? Oh, no, it seemed that she had a slight cold! Not enough to detract from her sudden enhanced beauty, but just enough to prevent her from being able to judge his truthfulness. And certainly not enough to prevent her from being influenced by pheromones.
"Oh! That's wonderful, then!" She beamed at him.
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Yeah, stay classy there, Priestly.
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