[ He's a werewolf, yes. Who's... putting away a tray of cookies. Yes, cookies. ]
And you'd be the girl who lives here. Or... it's where our communication devices work.
[ He turns to look at her, and she can take in the whole picture: tall, large, a little more paunch than muscle with the way he's standing. Glasses, kind blue eyes, a smile that'd be a little warmer without the fangs in it, and dark hair. A tie that he's kept as well as one might here in the edge of civilization, as well as the rest of the office wear.]
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And you'd be the girl who lives here. Or... it's where our communication devices work.
[ He turns to look at her, and she can take in the whole picture: tall, large, a little more paunch than muscle with the way he's standing. Glasses, kind blue eyes, a smile that'd be a little warmer without the fangs in it, and dark hair. A tie that he's kept as well as one might here in the edge of civilization, as well as the rest of the office wear.]
Sabrina, right?