Characters: George, and anyone who dares to cross paths Time: Night of the 18th, the full moon Location: Grant Park Content: Time has run out, and the moon has risen for those cursed. Warnings: Beware the werewolf
George was rather muddy too from the rain, and running in the wet earth and underbrush at night. He slowly woke up, lifting his head. He then yelped with surprise at the sight of somebody there, and nearly slipped in the mud as he stood up. He also awkwardly placed his hands down low to cover his genitals.
"Oh I have clothes." He went to go get them, and then remembered how wet his duffle got the night before. "Though best to have some drier ones, thank you. I'll give them back after taking them to the laundry."
He slowly got dressed, and paused when she mentioned the what part.
"Suppose it's rather obvious. A clearly naked man in the woods the morning after a full moon. What else could it be?" Especially since he could still taste traces of blood on his teeth, but he doesn't know what he ate the night before. Hopefully just a small animal.
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"Wh-what are you doing here?"
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He slowly got dressed, and paused when she mentioned the what part.
"Suppose it's rather obvious. A clearly naked man in the woods the morning after a full moon. What else could it be?" Especially since he could still taste traces of blood on his teeth, but he doesn't know what he ate the night before. Hopefully just a small animal.
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