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[howling_laugh]

Coyote is at a small table in front of the Observation Window tonight, looking out at the stars crashing into each other. She's wearing a shirt that is too big for her (Raven's) and her jeans from yesterday. Luckily the leathers protected them from being torn to shreds

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[notboundnow]

If she was here for the view, there's a too-tall figure blocking her vision entirely. "Looming with great concern" might be an accurate way of describing it.

"What is the high holy hell happened to you?" Prometheus asks with all his usual delicacy.

[howling_laugh]

Ahhhh, tact. It is a long lost art, among Coyote's friends and acquaintances.

"Precisely," she says, not adjusting her eyes. This gets her a charming view of his shirt buttons. "You need to iron."

[notboundnow]

He snorts. "Not as much as you need to fess up to something. What trouble came and broadsided you?"

He takes the seat opposite without invitation. What's this "tact" thing you speak of, now?

[howling_laugh]

"Who died and made it your business?" she grumbles. Hey, she can see again! Titans take up a lot of space. Coyote briefly considers kicking him in the shins.

[notboundnow]

"You. The stink makes it my business." He'd kick her back! He's weary hefty shoes. "Not to mention I still have a matter of honor to settle with you, thus making your continued wellbeing in my best interests."

It takes almost grabbing a waitrat by the scruff of the neck to get it to bring them two more beers. Prometheus eyes the ashtray. "You've been feeding that thing well."

[howling_laugh]

"I was trying to see if it was possible to develop an advanced state of lung cancer in one night. And I do not stink!" She totally took a shower.

...she also surreptitiously sniffs a corner of Raven's shirt.

[notboundnow]

Prometheus is suspicious.

He leans across the table and peers at her.

When he frowns, it does very impressive things with his sideburns and eyebrows.

"Where is it?" he asks, much more quietly.

[howling_laugh]

Her face twists into a furious snarl, and she tenses, but doesn't move.

"I will get it back."

[notboundnow]

"Coyote," he says, his own expression brooking no bullshit, "what the hell happened?"

[howling_laugh]

"They tricked me, all right?" Her voice is rough, growling in the back of her throat. "They attacked me, and tricked me, and I crashed my fucking motorcycle. What of it?"

[notboundnow]

Prometheus doesn't take his eyes off her. He reaches into his jacket, takes out the cigarette case, and picks out a smoke, one for each.

"Light these."

[howling_laugh]

"I am not a tame coyote who does tricks, Prometheus. I bite."

[notboundnow]

"Yeah, I didn't think so."

And, in solidarity, he takes out his own lighter and holds out a new lit smoke.

"Who was it? I'll help you kill 'em if you'll have my help."

[howling_laugh]

"It is my business." She takes the cigarette, though. Despite her conversation with Raven, and Zack on her mind, she has not quite dismissed the idea of cutting and running.

"I will deal with it." Sure.

[notboundnow]

"Yeah, but I get nosy when there are fire-stealing, Coyote-wrecking hoodlums abroad. We're in the same sandbox, here. This ain't all unalloyed compassion."

Shucks, he's just saying that to make her feel better. Or at least laugh.

[howling_laugh]

Coyote eyes him. She isn't laughing. "You do have a very big nose."

Because she's never butted into his affairs before.