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[not_buffys_bf]

*has Fenrir Greyback collared and chained in wolf form*
*also has quite a lot of blood loss and missing skin on his arms and chest*

*winces* I haven't met a werewolf I've hated in a long time, but this bastard's coming pretty close.

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[ilikekids]

*moves lethargically, swaying in an attempt to get up* *looks around, blinking heavily* ...fuck. *flops back to the ground*

[not_buffys_bf]

*grimly* Good morning, sunshine. Welcome back to the land of the living.

[ilikekids]

*growls slightly, squinting in the light* What the-oh. Hell. Tranq-boy. I should have known.

...where the hell am I? What the fuck is this? *tugs at collar distastefully, obviously still not fully coherent yet as he is not being as vulgar as he would be fully awake*

[not_buffys_bf]

You're under arrest. If you can't remember why you should ask the people you bit last night. Or the people you mauled. I didn't exactly get a chance to tally them up, but probably more than just three, huh?

And the name's Stoker, by the way.

[killer_mom]

*GASP* *clingage, but careful clingage* What happened? Are you all right?!

[not_buffys_bf]

*clings back, carefully, to avoid putting pressure on his wounds* *kisses briefly* Did you see the moon last night? This son of a bitch chomped down on at least two people, maybe more. -I'm- fine, but they're sure as hell not.

Typist: Get in chat, dear?

[killer_mom]

No, I didn't. *pause* There are people around who can help them, though, right?

I'm really glad you're fine. *clings more, carefully, of course*

Typist: I can't. ;__; *shakes fist at storm outside*

[not_buffys_bf]

I hope so. Best I can do now, really, is send them to hospitals-- once they've recovered a little I'll talk to them about what being bitten means.

*winces, but clings back*