[Kyna is in bed, eyes closed, because she's sick of catching her reflection in things and this seems like the safest option. She ignores the scuffling at her door at first, partially because she thinks it's probably nothing and partially because she doesn't want to deal with more crap. When it doesn't let up, she finally hauls herself upright with a long suffering sigh and goes to answer the door.]
[ congrats, kyna: it's the big bad wolf staring up at you, except he's not super big and he's not super bad, either. there's no threat or aggression to the way he's standing.
[Not the pleasure of her company? Rude! She heads to the cabinets for a bowl anyway, filling it with water and setting it on the floor in front of him.]
Why don't you have one of those automatic water things? Like for dogs?
[ and just for that, he's going to make a godawful mess while he laps the water up. the sun is coming soon - he can quite literally feel it in his bones - and so he's going to find a place to settle down. probably right on her couch. ]
[ and you know what? this is totally fucking demeaning, but he can't bring himself to complain, either. he'll be there until sunrise unless she moves him. ]
[ there's no way to actually, physically see the sunrise down here in the murdercave, but werewolves always know. not long after kyna starts dozing, morgan drags himself off of her lap, sort of slinking around to the back of the couch.
he's trying to be as sneaky as possible, just because the change back isn't necessarily a pretty one. he's also going to be trying to grab that blanket the moment he has proper hands again. ]
[ welp. it won't be long before morgan is reaching up to grab the blanket, fashioning it into a sort of ... toga. he drops down next to her, nudging her foot with his. ]
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action - not long before sunrise on the 26th
wake up. ]
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instead, he kind of just. sits. ]
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Uh, Morgan?
[At least this isn't like the first time she saw Tucker shift, when she'd never seen a wolf before and had to adjust to how massive he was.]
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yes, kyna. it's morgan. he's thirsty. D: ]
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What are you doing?
[Why can't wolves talk!]
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he's thirsty and he doesn't have thumbs and this is hard. it's almost sunrise, kyna, you'll be spared soon. ]
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[Not the pleasure of her company? Rude! She heads to the cabinets for a bowl anyway, filling it with water and setting it on the floor in front of him.]
Why don't you have one of those automatic water things? Like for dogs?
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Is this like, your werewolf crash course or something?
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he's trying to be as sneaky as possible, just because the change back isn't necessarily a pretty one. he's also going to be trying to grab that blanket the moment he has proper hands again. ]
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Psst. Hey. Wake up.
[ he sounds like he's been gargling gravel. ]
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I'm up. You okay?
[That doesn't sound healthy.]
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[ he clears his throat. it doesn't help. ]
Sorry. Don't know why I came here. I don't normally - roam.
[ he's only recently started leaving himself unchained for the transformation at all. ]
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You don't have to apologize. I don't mind. Does that like... hurt?
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Nah. Doesn't hurt. Just... aggravating.
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I'm not afraid of you. Do you have to do this every full moon, no matter what?
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[ he tries again to clear his throat, then makes a face. ]
Did you give me a bowl of water?
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What else was I supposed to give you? A champagne glass?
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[ he's grumpy and sore and uncomfortable. ]
A bowl just seems... undignified.
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