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[the bruise on tim's neck isn't fading yet per se, it's still an ugly reminder of everything that's happened. but there's a part of him that's relieved - feeling like they're hurtling towards some sort of conclusion. two out of three correct last round on his part means pretty solid intuition, even if louis' came as something of a small shock. but it's the same as alia - there's no real feeling of malice or disgust at it having happened. they weren't themselves. hawk trusts them. and as for the rest of the battles he'd picked? it was the principle of the thing - justifiable in the moment because it reflected poorly on tim and the evidence he stuck his neck out on the line for. if anything had happened to him, there wouldn't be anywhere safe enough for luffy or his damn crew in all of the estate.

but for now he's lying side by side, one arm around tim as his lover is curled up half asleep and dozing for the night. the doors are bolted, the dresser is shoved up against the main entrance for a racket in case someones does come for them. at this point he's not sure what he'd do if he came face-to-face with one of the wolves - nothing really surprises him anymore. especially considering his babysitting of an actual werewolf, the vampire feast, a talking fucking chicken, resurrection, the library...

hang on.

talking chicken.

his shoulder jostles tim off as he reaches over to shake him, up ramrod straight like he's been jolted by a lightning bolt.]

Tim, hey, honey - wake up. Wake up! I just thought of something - don't laugh.

Who the hell talked back to that chicken?

[ It's Tim's first decent night's sleep since this started. It might be the relief of putting Danny away, or exhaustion finally catching up to him, but he's dead asleep, as cozy as he's ever been, with Hawk's chest as his pillow and his arm as his second blanket.

He groans at being jostled awake, and turns around to try to preserve his sleep before the words fully set in. ]

It was...that girl. Turned into a chicken and clucked at it.

[ He's never talked to this girl in his life and having to say that sentence out loud is not motivating him to do so. ]

Lauralae. Go back to bed.

[ Eyes are still closed. Refusing to wake up. ]

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[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.

Why didn't anyone point the finger before?

[ Tim turns onto his back with a louder, more tired groan, and then shimmies himself up into a seated position. reaches for his glasses and his watch on the bedside - 12:50 AM. Give him a second while his brain turns on... ]

Because...she was doing it to help, I guess. [ Wiping a smudge off his glasses with the bottom of his t-shirt. ] It was silly enough to write off. She was upset about Luci and Astarion.

[ But now that it's established the wolves don't know they're wolves... ]

She can't be more than...5'3", maybe? The footprint could be hers.

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