[ Just when he wasn't rolling the woods, that's what Harper would like know.
Harper shuffles her feet, eyes wandering as she looks for something to pass the time, so by the time he's out she's standing by a window, thumbs stuck into the back pockets of her jeans as she stares at the semi-darkness of the streets. It calls to her, as it has ever since she changed, in more ways than one, but it's not so bad she has to jump from the window and run into the closest woods around (it has been that bad a few times, and the morning phone calls to Max so he could bring her clean clothes that weren't torn everywhere weren't funny to her. To Max though...
She senses him before he speaks. Her sense of smell has grown, expanded; Max's usual tinge of forest and fire has been lessened by the shower, but it remains there. She doesn't even need to check his reflection on the window to know the man is wearing only a towel. Classic Max.
Lifting the beer that was resting on the windowsill, Harper turns around. ]
Much as I want to peg it to my natural talents... I hated beer until you showed me the way.
[ She extends her arm to clink the beer together before taking another sip, but stops herself midway. ]
What should we toast to? And don't say ritual sacrifice; there's still roasted goat in the fridge.
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Harper shuffles her feet, eyes wandering as she looks for something to pass the time, so by the time he's out she's standing by a window, thumbs stuck into the back pockets of her jeans as she stares at the semi-darkness of the streets. It calls to her, as it has ever since she changed, in more ways than one, but it's not so bad she has to jump from the window and run into the closest woods around (it has been that bad a few times, and the morning phone calls to Max so he could bring her clean clothes that weren't torn everywhere weren't funny to her. To Max though...
She senses him before he speaks. Her sense of smell has grown, expanded; Max's usual tinge of forest and fire has been lessened by the shower, but it remains there. She doesn't even need to check his reflection on the window to know the man is wearing only a towel. Classic Max.
Lifting the beer that was resting on the windowsill, Harper turns around. ]
Much as I want to peg it to my natural talents... I hated beer until you showed me the way.
[ She extends her arm to clink the beer together before taking another sip, but stops herself midway. ]
What should we toast to? And don't say ritual sacrifice; there's still roasted goat in the fridge.