[no, he's not going back to bed. he's going to keep shaking tim's shoulder, much as he hates waking him out of an angelic looking slumber. there's time for that later, when all the wolves have been put away.]
Tim, listen to what you just said.
That girl - turned into a chicken.
[he sits up, running an exasperated hand over his face and into his slowly, stubbornly curling hair, loose from the days activities and imminent sleep. his feet swing off to the side of the bed, walking over to tim's desk and grabbing the small book he's been taking notes in until he flips to a page from last round's analysis. he shoots back over to tim's side of the bed, shoving it practically under his nose and then thumps the page with the back of his hand.]
We're looking for a shapeshifter aren't we? She turned into a chicken.
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Tim, listen to what you just said.
That girl - turned into a chicken.
[he sits up, running an exasperated hand over his face and into his slowly, stubbornly curling hair, loose from the days activities and imminent sleep. his feet swing off to the side of the bed, walking over to tim's desk and grabbing the small book he's been taking notes in until he flips to a page from last round's analysis. he shoots back over to tim's side of the bed, shoving it practically under his nose and then thumps the page with the back of his hand.]
We're looking for a shapeshifter aren't we? She turned into a chicken.
Why didn't anyone point the finger before?