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1. Who are you?
2. Yay! How long have we been RPing together?
3. What was your first impression about our RPs? (IE, were you nervous, intimidated, disappointed, impressed, amused, annoyed?)
4. First characters we played together?
5. Most amusing scene from one of our RPs?
6. Most depressing?
7. Sappiest/most romantic?
8. Cutest couple from our RPs?
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To put it simply, Ednit Blake is a pretty patient guy. He's existed for 20-odd years as the asterisk, the exception; raised with pale skin in a swirl of curry powder and bright embroidered fabric meant to shine against the warm red and brown hues that light his sister, his stepmother, raised human (but never normal, never that, his calling is sacred whether he has the teeth for it or not, he's not a wolf but he'll never be just a man either) - all the people he answers to or answers for are something other than what he is, and so he learns to exist in slow, measured light, to look at things long enough to figure out where he fits.
And so he's patient, but he's not a goddamn saint and after maybe the four hundred and seventy-fourth time time Star puts her hands on her hips and demands to know when he will acquire a suitable mate, Tamasi takes him aside and says it might be good for him to get away for a while.
So he and Swan sit down and talk about the rules of where they're going, because it's a long drive and really, there's no one else in the world he'd rather hang out with. Also he figures there's really no better place to teach her about what people are like when they get around a hell of a lot of money.
It takes a week to get there; Swan approves of the changes in scenery and enjoys sticking her painted toes out the window on the freeways, although she bares her teeth at him when he tries to get her to eat a chili dog from some rest stop or other which in his opinion takes away from the whole trip - yes, it's tainted and filthy and full of the worst stuff on earth, but explaining that lousy travel food is an important part of American heritage is sort of pointless so he skips it.
He figures she probably saves him from trying to do an eight-hour leg of driving with indigestion clawing at his guts, so it works out.
By the time they check into their hotel they've been over the rules so many times Swan is starting to completely shut down so they take a break, and it's not until a few hours later when they go to get dinner at some local bar slash restaurant that he realizes there's at least one thing he forgot.
While he was teaching her not to openly declare that dealers were cheating, or that any of the patrons were obviously not wealthy enough to be putting down so much money and it would be unfortunate when they lost their homes but it was probably just as well because they were so foolish it would be better if they were to die anyway, he must have forgotten to mention that he really wasn't interested in hooking up with anyone (or breeding with anyone, thanks) because when Swan leaves to find the bathroom, she comes back dragging one of the waitresses.
"I think you lost something," she grins and it's a little sharp but more than that it's sad; Eddie has not made a study in picking up what people aren't saying to be terrible at it. Something happened to her, something behind the straight spine and hair like a sunset, the way she carries herself like she has to protect herself because there's no one else to do it - like there was, once but not anymore.
Oh, and she's Garou, too. It might not be Eddie's first concern, but it was pretty clearly Swan's; she intones very seriously before he can stop her that her brother is very strong and very smart, and they should have drinks together because somehow this became in her mind the first step toward An Appropriate Match.
The waitress - he won't learn her name until later that night, but he does learn it; while may not be particularly interested in his ritualistic procreative duties, something in him wants to get under all that locked up pain - well, she takes this slightly better than expected; the corners of her mouth tighten for just a second, but she laughs and then she's bumping her hip with his in the booth: "Scoot over, I'll get Sal to make us something. It's my break in a few anyway."
In the morning he's tracing the lines of her tattoos (she tells him why the ouroboros is made of wire - that one he outlines with curious lips and teeth and things go from there) and thinking he wasn't really expecting Vegas to be just as educational for him as for Swan, he was just hoping to get away.
He's really not complaining.
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2. That is not true XD but ty <3
3. hahah I was going to say something about whether or not she was tall, especially since Eddie is on the short side ...compared to my usual behemoths anyway but then I couldn't remember if she ....was or not because I am lame.
4. GOOD BECAUSE
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