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[before]

[There's a thin, scraggy werewolf in a room near the main areas. He's just sitting there, not moving. Possibly because of the collar and leash on him. The leash is tied to a chair leg, and no matter how hard he pulls, the chair won't freaking budge. So he's a grumpy-looking werewolf right now.

Oh, and he's more or less aware, not that one can really tell by looking at him. So he won't be biting anyone.]

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[dawnrise]

[Her grip doesn't change, and she just pulls the potion around to her front to offer it to him.]

Right. How are you feeling?

[before]

Like shit.

[He'll take the potion and down it like his life depends on it, thanks.]

[dawnrise]

[Good. While he's doing that, she's going to tug clothes out of the bag. There's also a water bottle in there, more potions, bandages...]

[before]

[His hand is going to the collar still around his neck with an irritated noise.]

[dawnrise]

[That makes her pause, and open one eye -- the one on the same side as the upper half of his body, just to be on the safe side.]

What-

[Oh.]

[before]

[He looks so unimpressed. It's not even as loose as it should be, considering the difference between the size of his neck now and how thick it was as a werewolf.]

[dawnrise]

[... Well that's... fun times. Yeah.]

Want some help?

[before]

Please.

[Lul it's not gonna come off.]

[dawnrise]

[She will try anyway! But it will quickly turn from her trying to unclasp it to her trying to tug it apart, if that's the case. Stupid thing.]

[before]

[Which will eventually lead to him groaning.]

Not working, is it.

[dawnrise]

[She lets go of the collar, closing her eyes again.]

It's not going to come off. Not right now, anyway.

[before]

Figures.

[He is soooooooo not amused right now. He wants to punch something, even though that would be damn painful right now, most likely.]

[dawnrise]

[Just don't punch her. Time to change the subject-]

Are you feeling up to getting dressed? Or do you need another potion first?

[before]

I can get dressed.

[Don't worry, he won't be punching her. It'd more likely be a wall.]

[dawnrise]

Alright.

[Then she's going to set the clothes down beside him, and shift around so she can move and give him some space.]

[before]

[This day is just not going his way; he's halfway to getting his pants on when he falls over cursing, his voice decidedly feminine.]

[dawnrise]

[She was a couple feet away, trying to figure out where to take him this time when she hears that, and freezes.]

Red?

[before]

I'm fine.

[And female. And pulling his pants on.]

[dawnrise]

You sure?

[Don't peek, Riku.]

[before]

Positive.

[Yeah, Riku, don't peek. You didn't bring him a bra.]

[dawnrise]

If you say so.

[Also she is totally peeking, over her shoulder, hopefully being very subtle about it and more or less hidden by her hair.]

[before]

[Enjoy the boobs, Riku, since he puts his pants on first.]

[dawnrise]

[Oh, she does. She also immediately turns her gaze back around so she won't be caught like that, holding her head in one hand.]

[before]

[...Actually he's going to take a moment to look down at his boobs thoughtfully first.]

[dawnrise]

[She'll just be... over here, patiently waiting for him to get dressed or something. Or not so patiently.]

Red?