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[call_me_kick]

Kick's been gone for two days. (It may seem longer, if you haven't seen her -- and chances are, you haven't. She's stealthy like that.)

She hates being home, though, especially without her uncle (even if he's the reason she left in the first place) -- so before the sun rises, she slinks back through her door and back into Milliways.

Slowly, she makes

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[wee_hughie]

Hughie likes it here because it's warm.

And...yeah, that's pretty much it. So he's hanging out until he thinks he's gotten himself mentally pieced together before he goes back through that door.

Today he notices a little girl and her dog by the fireplace. The fireplace is a cozy place to be, and he doesn't mind children or canines, so he goes over and sits on the other end of the sofa. Something about the puppy, though, is interesting.

"Is that a wolf?"

Kick might recognize the man. Except he's younger, scruffier, and a lot more Scottish than a certain police officer she knows.

[OOC: Slowtimes are inevitable because of work. Shhhh.]

[call_me_kick]

And a certain zombiefighter, too!

"Yes," she says after a moment of staring. He's definitely not Nick, definitely not Shaun. "His name is Nero," she says cheerfully.

Nero peers at the man, sniffing the air.

[wee_hughie]

Hughie nods and grins, impressed. "Jings! Never seen a real wolf pup before. I've got a friend who has a bulldog named Terror. Um...not a bad pooch but he can get a bit...overeager. Maybe Nero's smellin' him on me."

Or it could be the brake fluid vodka. Or the pizza. ...Or the blood that was on the pizza? Hughie had dropped the stuff the moment he saw it and made sure to wash his hands, but that sort of thing had a way of lingering.

[call_me_kick]

Kick wouldn't know. Nick would.

She wrinkles her nose.

"He's smellin' somethin'," she says, as Nero huffs and pulls back, pawing at his nose.

"Who're you? I'm Kick."