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[synanthrope]

These days come around and all that happens is that everything gets loud. But there are so many interesting people.

You may come into the Garage as long as you don't touch. Sticky fingers make enormous messes.


[ooc: do what you will!]

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[vanagandr]

I'm no dog.

[ He shifts, squaring off, ears flat against his head -- and he's growing larger, eyes going from amber to red. ]

I have manners for those who show them.

[synanthrope]

The first move always goes to the wolf, doesn't it? That's a law.

[The set open all the way, and the third set crack, just over her brow.]

[vanagandr]

[ He could, if he wanted to, become large enough to make the garage fall down upon his head. Squish the bug -- but why do that when he can play? Speed is often more important than brute strength. Thank you, Loki, for teaching your son that. ]

I've never really been one for laws.

[ A lick of flame drops down from between his teeth on the last word. ]

[synanthrope]

Wolves never are.

[With all her eyes open she can see him clearly, and she doesn't like it]

I don't invite wolves in. They make a mess. So I would like you to get out.

[vanagandr]

I'm not your average wolf.

[ Lips pull back over his teeth, a red and orange glow clear at the back of his throat. ]

You could say please.

[synanthrope]

And I didn't.

[She stands her ground; planted and still, her eyes still open]

[vanagandr]

Then why should I leave? It's not like Ragnarok is right around the corner.

[synanthrope]

Is that all you can talk about? Ragnarok?

[vanagandr]

It's a fairly important date.

[ A snort. ]

If that were all I could talk about, that's all I would be talking about.

[synanthrope]

I'm not concerned about apocalypse.

[vanagandr]

I wouldn't be either, if I were you.