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Who: Emori (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
emori) & John Murphy (mofi)
What: Emori was granted werewolf physiology and had a dream she turned into a dog. She texts her ex boyfriend against her better judgement. Now he's coming over...
When: Dec 2
Where: Emori's room in Clarke's house.
Warning(s): TBD
[Emori tucked the device under her pillow and waited. Would John walk in or knock? Would he lay facing her or behind her? Would it be weird? Yes. Probably.
She shifted under the blanket of the sparse bed and inspected her pajamas. A thin shirt and her underpants. Phew okay, Emori, you're playing with fire. On the bright side, thinking about sexually harassing Murphy took her mind off the horrible dream.
There was skin ripping and bones shifting, rearranging.
...then she went to eat out of the garbage can. The next thing Emori knew, she was in bed, with a stomach pain and a vague fuzzy feeling. Emori stared at the ceiling when out of the corner of her eye, she saw John's shadow underneath the door.]
John? It's unlocked.
emori) & John Murphy (mofi) What: Emori was granted werewolf physiology and had a dream she turned into a dog. She texts her ex boyfriend against her better judgement. Now he's coming over...
When: Dec 2
Where: Emori's room in Clarke's house.
Warning(s): TBD
[Emori tucked the device under her pillow and waited. Would John walk in or knock? Would he lay facing her or behind her? Would it be weird? Yes. Probably.
She shifted under the blanket of the sparse bed and inspected her pajamas. A thin shirt and her underpants. Phew okay, Emori, you're playing with fire. On the bright side, thinking about sexually harassing Murphy took her mind off the horrible dream.
There was skin ripping and bones shifting, rearranging.
...then she went to eat out of the garbage can. The next thing Emori knew, she was in bed, with a stomach pain and a vague fuzzy feeling. Emori stared at the ceiling when out of the corner of her eye, she saw John's shadow underneath the door.]
John? It's unlocked.
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Come closer, then.
[She turns away from him and brings her hands up to shove under the pillow. Her headwrap is left on the nightstand, her hair is still a little wet from a shower (those didn't come very often where she used to live). Her lips bunch up nervously and she stares at the wall.]