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[ian_wolf]

Do not ask where he has been. Do not ask where he has been.

The naked man covering his modesty with his hands and looking unbothered might seem completely calm.

But really. Don't ask.

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[localhandywolf]

So, if Armand can't ask, what would a raised eyebrow do?

[ian_wolf]

Ian nods a hi.

[localhandywolf]

Armand tips the other werewolf a phantom hat.

[ian_wolf]

"Nice day for it," Ian beams.

[sky_from_sea]

Anna has no reason to ask where he's been.

She might, however, be casting a curious glance or two his way.

Even though she's trying to hide it behind the book she's almost-reading.

[ian_wolf]

"Hi," Ian says, voice confident and level. And not like a man embarassed to be naked in a public place.

"Good book?"

[sky_from_sea]

"Not particularly."

She keeps her eyes on his face.

It doesn't appear to be a struggle.

"Zombie attack?"

[ian_wolf]

"Nah."

[undermyheel]

Claire blinks.

Says, "Emperor no the only one with new clothes?"

[ian_wolf]

"He was following my trend," Ian says. "Always copying me. If I jumped off a ciff, he'd be the first to follow."

[undermyheel]

Claire tilts her head, rests it on her hand.

"Why're you naked?"

[ian_wolf]

"Why are you dressed?"

He cocks his head, and is possibly imagining her not dressed. He seems unworried by his nakedity.

[bitingmybullet]

Gwen is so on that.

Uh.

By which the narration means that she quickly rummages around amongst the emergency clothes for a pair of boxers, which she promptly snatches up along with one of Preston's old t-shirts.

Unfortunately, Ian will need to move his hands in order to take them.

"Um."

[ian_wolf]

"Thank you," Ian says with a big smile.

And takes them with both hands to dress.

He may be a bit of a git.

[bitingmybullet]

Gwen facepalms, which conveniently obscures her vision.

Mutters, "You're welcome, Ian."

[ian_wolf]

And then he's dressed and wiping his hands on the shirt. He strategically does not hold them out to shake.

"So. How's things?"

Like nothing's wrong at all.