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I know you're worried about being a bit wrecked for work today since I woke you up this morning, but be honest, you're having fun. And I am too! You haven't played with me in donkey's years and you've never had this much background for me before.

So, after work, how about you keep working away at it?

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It's nice to be out of the box again, isn't it?

You have no idea. The last time she played with me, she was still a pup.

I know how that feels. Although they do get more wily, I'm finding out, so there are... pros and cons.

[He offers a plume of blue.]

Cotton candy?

You're telling me. My past is pretty mild so far compared to what she's done to others, but it's only a matter of time.

[She grins and breaks off a rather large glob from the candy floss.]

Don't mind if I do.

Ah, yeah, the trauma they love to inflict. I'm lucky, I came with my own.

...lucky's probably not the word, but, eh. This sure beats one of Michael and Gabriel's spats.

She's already contemplating changing something. She says it'll give me more depth. Like being responsible for lycanthropes isn't enough.

Michael and Gabriel...are these friends of yours?

Lycanthropes? As in werewolves?

[Curious smile.]

Michael and Gabriel are two of my older brothers.

Those would be the ones.

[She nods as she takes a bite of candy floss.]

Ah, littermates. Aren't they always a gas?

When they're not trying to sink a civilization or start a war, yeah. I usually just stick with two of them and let the others sort things out on their own.

[Remiel tilts his head, smiling.]

Are you a werewolf?

[He can't say he's had the pleasure. Meeting a werewolf would be neat.]

I do keep up the appearance of being human and the first one called me Ma, but no I'm not a werewolf. [She rubs at the back of her neck.] Depending on who you ask, I was a bit of a bold girl in the early days.

Nothing wrong with being bold, generally speaking.

The woman in charge felt like it was a distraction from my duties.

Didn't have much of a sense of humor, too, I'm guessing?

You don't get to the top by acting the maggot.

How do you act like a maggot?

[He grins.]

[She laughs.]

The maggot, not a maggot. It's a figure of speech. Americans call it horsing around, I believe. Though I've never met a horse that fooled around much.

Huh. You learn something new every day.

Horses do a lot of playing when they're foals, but only sporadically as adults. [He laughs a little.] Kind of like most people.

Most everything, you mean.

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