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[wolfbitharder]

After his little talk with Krauser, Albrecht went looking for a secluded room to claim, which he found on the fifth floor. Once he was done getting cleaned up and getting most of the blood out of his clothes, he heads down to room 202. He's left his jacket back in his room (so the knife sheath strapped to his back is visible), but he still has his

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[somebodysdog]

Angua doesn't like spam.

Well, she's never had it, but she probably wouldn't.

She's leaning against the doorframe of 202, waiting for him to acknowledge her. Meanwhile, there's sussing him out. Sword: check. Mostly-washed-off blood: check. Werewolf: check.

Neither from her world or from Oz's: also check.

[wolfbitharder]

He practically lived off of that and old O'Tolley's burgers for years. You eventually come to like it.

But Albrecht doesn't appreciate the sussing.

"Well, lady, you just gonna sit there staring at my ass or are you gonna say something?"

And yes, he can smell the wolf on her, but he isn't giving anything up just yet.

[somebodysdog]

"Hi," she offers, smirking lightly, and pointedly ignoring the ass comment. "Welcome to nowhere."

[wolfbitharder]

"Yeah, got that little speech. Although there was a shotgun involved. Name's Albrecht, by the way. There a reason you're sizing me up?"

Because Albrecht doesn't like it when people stare.