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[mrbigandbad]

Who: Bigby [mrbigandbad] and Bobby Hobbes [buddycop_show]
Where: Streets of Terra
When: Late afternoon/Early evening
Summary: Hobbes gets to see a "werewolf". Because messing with paranoid men is fun.
Rating: PG-13ish?
Other: Awooooo~

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[mrbigandbad]

The first thing that was going to get Hobbes' attention was was the lanky man running past him down the side of the building, looking and breathing like the hounds of hell were biting for his legs. In retrospect, one might decide this wasn't too far off.

There wouldn't be much warning. The creaking groan of rusted metal from the ladder connected to the wall, and then a large, dark shape fell from up above. The man didn't stand a chance-- he hit the pavement hard, his body stilling as it lost consciousness. Honestly, he'd be lucky to hold to his vital signs.

The seven foot werewolf paused a moment over its fallen prey, listening for a heartbeat, pleased when it found one. Bigby didn't think the man had seen what hit him, and after a spill like that no one was going to believe what he said anyway. He'd hit his head, after all. The detective stood, prepared to shift back to human.

This was when he caught the scent of one Bobby Hobbes. Bigby tensed, the wolf's head glancing over a shoulder.

Shit.

[mrbigandbad]

He hadn't made a mistake like this since he was a cub. Of all the things Bigby could have felt at realizing he was at risk of having his cover blown and losing his prey both in one moment, he felt only an angry humiliation. He should have kept his nose open, shouldn't have focused so singularly on heading the criminal off. Bigby had the capabilities to have smelled Hobbes miles away, but he'd wrapped himself in the hunt. It was a rookie mistake, and he was paying for it.

Bigby looked at the gun, his ears flattening back. The session of self-scolding could happen later. Now he needed to figure out how to escape the scene without scaring the man any more and attracting more witnesses. It wasn't that he feared the bullets-- they weren't silver, so his flesh would reform. But he couldn't risk being shot. Leaving blood at the scene was out of the question. Attacking Hobbes would do him no good, either. Better to flee and play the odds that Hobbes wouldn't be believed