Oct 25, 2010 17:32
Two days. Been two days he was locked up. Baby was all right he supposed for a sentient prison cell. Granted it was the first and only sentient prison cell he had ever come across. He would likely consider Mel's suggestion to use it for the full moon nights. Just best to keep the wolf locked up. As much as it felt good to run out back or the wolf seemed easier here afterward. Not anymore.
Doomed someone else now, so he sat down by the bar, and asked for some tea. He hoped that tall screaming man in the infirmary wasn't around here. Seemed quiet there at least. He also asked for some books, but found himself fiddling with one of the bar's napkins, turning it around and around worriedly in his hands.
george sands,
urquhart,
guppy sandhu