A comic page which reads ‘he was an animal that night’. A man shifts shape as he’s making out with his women. Don’t worry she’s totally cool with it

Happy Werewolf Wednesday, freaks.

Sitting with a straight back. Shoulders set. Of course such manner of meeting wasn’t exactly Atlas’s favorite. Nor was tea.

In fact. No meeting should be long enough to warrant any food or beverage to aid it. Though if it is Silcos request…then.

So be it.

pliable flesh, Atlas relaxes. Tail once held taut losing some of its tension. Falling in a manner that could be perceived as relaxed. That is what he had wanted to hear.

Sucking a breath through clenched teeth, Atlas releases with a sigh.

"I'm flexible." Spoken with a gentle roll of shoulders.

territories without prior research and acknowledgments.

Silco was a big player of the underground city.

Something that meant more power. More influence. And more money, the true root of it all. What pulled the most strings. Controlled the most lives.

Money.

Pressing nails against soft

- to become comfortable. Resting a pointed elbow on a raised knee. Fingertips resting, pressed to the wolf’s lower lip.

Of course something like this was a gamble for everyone involved. Both money and safety are on the line. Unlike many however. Atlas wasn't one to blindly walk into such dangerous

Atlas’s gaze shifts. Only slightly to affix the man with a look. Ears flicking forward. A subtle response. One that Silco is no doubt used to picking up considering the traces of blue fur that clung to every soft surface.

“Do I seem the paternal type.” His tone is flat, unamused. Body shifting -

Sinking back slowly into a plush rolling chair. One leg lifted over the opposite knee.

Atlas’s gaze is idle. Scanning the paper briefly. Pausing for a sip of coffee before turning the page with an amused noise.

The faintest smile curling at their lip.

“Maybe I should read the paper more.”

>gently taps a claw against a vial of shimmer, holding the glass by the rounded end.>

>there’s an errand or two that needs running. And Atlas is willing to pay for someone to handle it with how chilly it is.>

Now. If the business of shouting. And miscommunications are over.

I’m going back to what I had been doing. >sharp ears angle back briefly. Eyes narrowed.>

>grumbling quiet obscenities to himself, hunched over a desk.>

Poor creature.

I have someone to fight for me. I don’t even need to pay him. Only ask.

No.

I’m not dirtying my hands with a fight.

Euh.

If you took that as me attempting to command you.

I’m sorry you’re so thick headed. I’ll keep the rest of my thoughts to myself next time.

Oh don’t forgive it.

Never mind-

I agree with the big brutes idea.

But keep yourself. Over there. I do not need you approaching me.

Either of you.

>slowly sets down pen, grabbing a good heavy book-

AND HES THROWING IT AT JAYCE>