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[starwolf_leader]

Who: Wolf O'donnell and Fox McCloud
What: Man company
When: [Backdated] April 15th
Where: Room 8-8
Warnings: Swearing? Will update if need be.

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[all_range_mode]

Admittedly, Fox wasn't entirely sure why he was so concerned with how Wolf was taking Richezza's sudden disappearance. The other pilot wasn't exactly his favorite person in the universe, and for damn good reason. They didn't have a very good history, and Fox couldn't help but be a little more wary of the wolf after recent revelations.

Even so, Fox wasn't the sort of person who could simply ignore someone who may be suffering. He was, according to Wolf at least, a goody-two shoes by nature. Rivals or not, Fox couldn't help but worry.

As soon as his conversation with Wolf had ended, he'd tossed on his shiny new jacket (he really hoped this human body thing wouldn't last long, he'd never get used to being without a nice fur coat) and headed out. It hadn't taken him long to find Wolf's place, despite the fact that he'd never been in this particular area of the ship before. He hesitated outside the door for a brief moment before knocking firmly.

[starwolf_leader]

"The doors open!" Wolf's voice called from the other side of the door. He finished off his fourth beer and put it on the table before reaching out for another and took his fifth from the case.

[all_range_mode]

Fox cracked the door and peeked in before entering, closing the door behind him. It looked like Wolf had been drinking quite a bit. That usually wasn't a very good sign.

"Hey. Sorry if I took a while."

[starwolf_leader]

"It's fine. Pizza should still be warm." Wolf didn't look over at Fox when he spoke. His eyes were set forward towards the mantel across the room. He took another drink of his beer and set it down. He was feeling a nice heavy buzz now.