[ CATCH-ALL ] we're nocturnal creatures

[tryhard]

Who: Waver and others
When: throughout Juril
Where: Aefenglom, the Wilde
What: Quests, event stuff, etc
Warnings: drug use

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[mensrea]

[ As Waver goes to collect the ink for the tattoo, Stiles cups his hands around his mouth and calls out after him. ]

How was I supposed to know some guy was lurking in the back!?

[ Ahem. Blinking innocently, he turns to said “guy” and offers a winsome smile that looks strained from how increasingly nervous he is about the procedure. Thank god the tingle of alcohol is slowly sapping the fear from his mind. ]

I’m not trying to fight the changes – just manage them. But if that’s how my body takes it, whatever. [ A shrug. ] I can’t live like this. They get in the way of everything. I need them smaller, or I’m going to lose my mind trying to do simple things like walk through doorways. Or sleep on my back.

[ Or even cuddle with his boyfriend. ]

Just don’t let me see the needles, okay?

[tryhard]

[ Waver wants to shout back at him that he shouldn't have been talking about it in the open anyway, but manages to restrain the petty instinct.

He goes into another room to mix together the base for the ink, gathering any other supplies that will be needed, though he leaves the door open, ears swiveling back to listen in where he can.

Despite any lingering annoyance at Stiles and his flippant attitude about Some Things, Waver feels a pang of sympathy for the guy. Waver's aware he's gotten pretty lucky with his own changes being fairly manageable, but he can imagine how uncomfortable Stiles must be.

It takes him a few minutes to prepare everything, and whenever Stiles is settled in a room with a bed so he can lie down, Waver returns. He's not carrying any needles, at least not in plain view, so that's lucky for Stiles. ]