Time to April 24th

[captainryan]

River’s reading on the sunseat in Ryan’s flat today, not unusual. The werewolf steps up silently behind her, also not unusual. She’s reading the same book as she was yesterday, slightly unusual, and staring at the exact same page. He can tell by the picture.

Very unusual.

“What’s so interesting about that plant?”

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[hell_in_highheels]

River crouches, taking a knee and resting one hand on the ground.

The image does the same before him. It's head raises and tilts just a bit, regarding him. The alert features melt into an open mouthed canine grin. She headshakes, her ears flopping, and then she blinks at him.

Know me?

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

He looks over at her, then back at the red 'wolf in front of him. It's a bit disconcerting.

"Not quite," he admits. He hasn't moved any closer to the display. As friendly as it's being, he still doesn't quite trust it to not start attacking him.

[hell_in_highheels]

The figure rises, and turns its back, pacing a small circle in the floor. Her mane is dark along her center line, fading to the light auburn and white at the tips. Her muzzle is also auburn, with a bit of white at her throat. Muscle shifts beneath the uniform greyish red hide, and he can see the stiffness of the model where the feet meet the ground.

It rounds back to face him, and then returns to the alert, close-mouthed, prick eared default, falling still.

"It should be about 85% accurate? Based on the -- research." He doesn't care about the details, she knows. "What do you think?"

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

He likes it a little better now that it's standing still again. It's still not her. It's just an image.

"It's a werewolf," he says mildly, circling around it to come stand next to her. "I've never seen a red one, but I suppose it makes sense given your," he tugs a lock, "hair."

[hell_in_highheels]

"Yes, I was surprised too." She smiles softly at his touch, but there's a hint of vague disappointment in her scent.

"I'd seen only greys and blacks in the Scottish pack. But again, this is only a simulation. It could be something completely different in reality."

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

He frowns slightly at her scent.

"Either way, it's still not you, love. I can't pretend a simple light show is anything more than that."

He didn't mean it to be personal.

[hell_in_highheels]

"Oh I know." She turns back to the interface, ending the simulation and shuffling it back down into the file. "No scent," she says, half to herself. "I should have realised, it's just like showing you the two dimensional display."

She cuts a glance at him, smiling again, the joy-anticipation returning. "I guess you'll just have to wait to see me for yourself."

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

He smiles at her, slightly, the worry about his decision making a comeback.

He gives her a reassuring bump, though it's probably more for himself.

[hell_in_highheels]

She returns the bump, and takes his hand in hers.

She leans up on her tip toes and kisses his cheek. "Come on, love. Take me home."

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

He nods and puts an arm around her waist. Home sounds good right about now.