A meeting of the wolfy kind....

Apr 26, 2005 21:50

I nodded at Oz’s suggestion that we move the conversation to the Grotto. It was decidedly both more convenient and less conspicuous than in the middle of a hallway. No matter what the topic, one could only occupy that space so long before starting look suspicious or just simply ‘weird’, which was obviously something we were trying to avoid ( Read more... )

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dingoes8mybaby April 27 2005, 03:13:15 UTC
The Grotto was quiet when we got there. It usually was around that time of day. I'd been counting on that... there were still people around, but we wouldn't stick out as much sitting at a table in the on-campus café as we would have standing in the middle of the quad or a hallway. I couldn't resist ordering myself a cup of coffee when we got there, but once I had it in my hands, I found us an out-of-the-way table and took a seat, gesturing for Kyla to join me.

"Want a drink or anything?" I was trying to think of a way to make this less weird.

There just weren't any.

"So do any others know?"

I nodded. "Willow, my girlfriend... it would be tough keeping it from her. Not that I'd want to in the first place. A few of our friends, too. Buffy and Xander, and the librarian from the high school. Giles. You'll meet them all at some point." Especially if she was playing for our side, which I was almost certain she was.

"How about you? Does anyone else know about you?"

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kyla_wolf April 27 2005, 03:57:08 UTC
I really hadn’t the intention of making a big fuss about ordering, but we were in a coffee shop, so it would be reasonable to order something. I picked a simple café mocha, knowing it would be ready fairly quickly so that we could get to the conversation. I knew being overly anxious was generally a weakness, but at the moment I simply couldn’t help it.

I nodded. "Willow, my girlfriend... it would be tough keeping it from her. Not that I'd want to in the first place. A few of our friends, too. Buffy and Xander, and the librarian from the high school. Giles. You'll meet them all at some point." Especially if she was playing for our side, which I was almost certain she was.

Several knew. Was that exactly a wise action for those like Oz and I? In my opinion, it wasn’t, but I would reserve official judgment on that until I met the aforementioned people, if I did indeed end up meeting them.

"How about you? Does anyone else know about you?"“Here? No. My father knows,” I answered simply, for the moment leaving out the fact that he ( ... )

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dingoes8mybaby April 27 2005, 22:27:06 UTC
“Here? No. My father knows."

Huh. I almost got the impression that she felt my telling so many people about my condition was strange... maybe even improper. I didn't think so. The only people that knew were my closest friends. Of course I'd told my parents somewhere along the way, and my aunt and uncle were both more than aware of my situation, since it had been their son who'd bitten me in the first place.

"Just your father?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "That's cool. I think it would be hard for me to tell noone but my parents... but that's just the kind of place this is. Sometimes it's better for people like us if certain people know." Like Buffy. If Buffy hadn't figured out I was a werewolf, I would be dead by now. Long dead.

“This town gets more and more surprising by the second.

"No kidding. You get used to it, though. ... sort of."

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kyla_wolf April 28 2005, 16:40:48 UTC
I gave Oz a slightly speculative look when he assumed that my father was the only one that knew. “My father’s not the only one,” I said, shaking my head. I wasn’t precisely sure how wise it was to divulge things to Oz just yet, or how much was wise to divulge, but I had already started down the path. He was the first person I’d ever met besides my father who was like me, and I had every intention of getting just as much information out of him as he would get from me. “The entire tribe knows. At least, most of them do. The ones who care to put any stock in the old legends. Many simply ignore them because they have never been witness to it.” My last statement had a tone of wistfulness to it. It did somewhat sadden me that such a large chunk simply discarded some of the things so inherent to our people just because they had not been waved in front of their face like a flag in the wind for them to see. Even moreso because technically, I was one of said things. “But just as many don’t ignore them ( ... )

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