coyote_walking | 11 Howls

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Having a car to work on is one of the best things ever. If anyone's looking for me, that's what I'll be doing.

This last curse wasn't bad. Just... weird. I was doing some weird R&D work and putting together some prototype of... something.

Don't even know who the people were, but I sure felt like I did then.

Anyone up for doing something after work?

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He thinks I'm a dangerous murderer, and he doesn't believe me when I say I want to change.

I should be able to tell the truth of that either way.

Thanks for having faith in me.

I wouldn't have agreed to meet with you if I wasn't already fairly confident.

Which isn't to say I'm foolish enough not to make sure our meeting is in public.

Just to stay in the honest streak, it wouldn't matter.

Good to know.

The square, huh? Probably one of the most populated places he could think of. He couldn't blame her, though. He wasn't the the most initially trustworthy people he knew. He paced a slow path, back and forth before the carousel, humming quietly to himself.

Mercy made her way to the square, taking a moment to record all the scents as she approached, and made an educated guess. "Thomas?"

He turned half-way through his pace, toward the sound of the voice, a small smirk on his face. "Mercy?"

"That would be me," she said with a smile.

His smirk turned into a smile. "Well, may I just say, you are even more delectable than I imagined."

"Oh yeah, totally guaranteed to put me at ease that you're not looking to feed off me," Mercy teased.

He laughed. "Well, I would've said cute, or attractive, but I don't think you would've appreciated it as much."

She tilted her head to one side for a moment, considering. "You're probably right," she admitted. "Wouldn't have gotten as much of a smile."

"And it's a very good smile to get." He met her eyes, dark to his gray. "So, you wanted to go something?"

Mercy felt a bit of a tug of attraction there beyond the normal, but nothing he seemed to be doing intentionally and nothing she couldn't ignore - at least for the moment.

She smiled at him. "Just wanted to get out and go somewhere other than back to my room. Any suggestions?"

"More than I could name." He ran a hand through his hair. "Been to Lux yet?"

Mercy laughed. "Oh, once or twice," she drawled. "Kyle let me earn some money filling in for people who were out sick with the plague thing. But it's a nice place and I'm glad to go there. As long as you don't mind that one beer's my limit."

And she rarely even finished half of one of those. She'd learned in college just how dangerous drinking could be to one who had to keep their secrets.

"I think," he said, falling in to step beside her, "I remember you mentioning something about that. One beer, though? Where's the fun in that?"

"The fun is in not feeling miserable the next day or forgetting what lies you're telling people to hide what you are," she said, turning her head to watch him. "Learned that pretty early on."

Thomas nodded, a look of shock on his face. "Oh, so you're not a shape-shifting coyote girl?"

Mercy laughed again. "All right, yes, yes, I am. But I never claimed to have told you all my secrets. And I think you can see where anywhere other than here, that would be an important secret to keep."

"Do you think anyone back home knows I'm an incubus?" He quirked an eyebrow.

"Not many, I'd guess," Mercy admitted. "But I'm thinking you probably have some ability to blur people's memories if you need to. At least, the vampires back home can."

"We can," he admitted as they continued their walk. "It's not something I do."

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