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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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."

Truth.

Mercy nodded. "Good." She wasn't sure his ability would work on her anyway, but better not to have to find out the hard way.

"Some of the secrets I know belong to other people," she explained. "And while here I'm pretty willing to answer any questions you might have about me... there are still things about others I shouldn't say."

She looked sad for a moment. "Not that it may end up making any difference in the long run, but if I do ever get home I want to be able to say I still kept them."

He nodded. "I can respect that." Hell, he knew more than a few people here whose secrets could get them in a lot of trouble. "So," he said, changing the subject. "Besides getting greasy, what do you like to do?"

Mercy laughed. "It's not the getting greasy, it's the fixing something or building something I enjoy. Besides that, well... I'm pretty boring. I like reading historical romance novels, I bake cookies and brownies when I'm stressed, go for long runs in my other form... That's about it. At home my work keeps me pretty busy. Here I'm going crazy trying to find enough to do.

He laughed. Loud. "Historical romance novels?" He trailed off in to chuckles. "You...you must really love Henry."

"Hey," Mercy laughed, jostling him a little. "I was a history major. I like to make fun of the inaccuracies. And who's Henry?"

He laughed and shoved her back, keeping his strengh in check. "Careful. Someone might think you're flirting."

"As for Henry Fitzroy," he said, ticking points off on his fingers. "Henry is the bastard son on Henry VIII, a vampire, and a romance novelist."

"Yeah? Better be careful yourself!" she said lightly.

"Wow. Seriously? He's a writer from your world?"

He kept laughing. This chick was fun, he had to admit that. "Henry? No. Met him here."

Mercy looked up at him. "What are the odds?" she said with a smile. "I'll have to see if the Library has some of his books. Not like I've got a lot filling my time right now."

He smiled. "I hear they're pretty decent, for bodice rippers."

"Ah, but are they historically accurate?" Mercy said with a grin. "Half the fun is tossing them across the room when they annoy."

He laughed again. "I think I like your idea of a pastime."

"It can be remarkably therapeutic," Mercy admitted. "But I can't do it with the Library's books in case they get damaged."

"Usually I cook or clean when I'm stressed, but here, those are completely in Ianto's domain, so I don't have much I can do."

"Well, I'm not the best at entertaining, but I can try. Do you like bad horror movies?" He smiled slightly, his look nothing but inquiring.

"If there are good looking guys in them," she said teasingly. "But yeah, I do. Some I admit just to heckle, but, yeah."

He stopped walking. "Maybe," he said, with a bigger smile, "we could find some cheesy horror movies and some popcorn instead, then."

She stopped and turned to look at him. "Is there a movie theatre in the City?"

He looked smug. "There just so happens to be, yes."

"Then yes, I'd like that," Mercy said with a smile. "Lead the way."

Thomas turned in the new direction. "As the lady commands."

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