[Or that is a really strange skipped generation. He doesn't apologise, or ease up - there's nothing he can do about the peroxide sting and, after her leg, he's sure she's not delicate enough to complain.]
There are only 10,000 shifters in the world or so. We don't have a census, but that's a rough estimate. Most of them are not breeds like mine, or Daisy's.
I still hold clinics in the underground. [This is his secret. It's also an answer of sorts.] Most of those patients don't choose to live there because they're afraid.
He's not holding anything to drop, and though the half turn to the door is far too much of a give away to be recovered from, he stops himself from going.
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(He'll perhaps be more careful of startling the girl sleeping on his bed)]
What makes her different?
[Not the reptile, the humanity]
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[Saya hisses a little - just a little - when he cleans one particularly large cut]
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[Or that is a really strange skipped generation. He doesn't apologise, or ease up - there's nothing he can do about the peroxide sting and, after her leg, he's sure she's not delicate enough to complain.]
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[She keeps her eyes on him]
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[Quiet, because these are secrets.]
The others, they kept more of their humanity. The other breeds. Not us.
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If there were ever a place where being something other than human was the norm...
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There are only 10,000 shifters in the world or so. We don't have a census, but that's a rough estimate. Most of them are not breeds like mine, or Daisy's.
[Most of them are wolves]
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[And it's still a secret.]
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[She stays absolutely still as he sutures her]
You won't tell.
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[There's a pause]
I'm private.
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[There's always a reason. He might judge, but he'll keep his own counsel.]
You don't need to worry. I like my job.
[Also: breathing.]
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Thank you.
[She pauses]
Is Daisy asleep in your bed?
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[He knots, cuts and leans back. Most of the rest can be taped rather than sewn. Less itchy.]
Give her a break.
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She can absorb the memories of whoever last slept in a place she sleeps.
All the memories.
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He's not holding anything to drop, and though the half turn to the door is far too much of a give away to be recovered from, he stops himself from going.
His jaw may be held a little tight.]
We all have things to be private about.
[It's undeniably smart. The undeniable bitch.]
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['I had nothing to do with this']
I'm sure she'll be discreet.
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[Smart. Bitch.]
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You could do worse than have her looking out for your interests.
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Yes, but now I have you, don't I?
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