He's still thinking about the human child he saw at the park, it was early, just after sunrise so he expected it to be free of humans, especially on a weekday morning.
He turns his car into the school parking lot. Thanks to werewolf slow aging he looks eighteen in spite of being twenty-five. Because of this most would be surprised that he is walking into a small office labeled, Dr. Danvers.
He opens the door to expose an office cluttered with paper. Walking over papers to sit behind the desk. Rolling up the chair he starts writing on a piece of paper.
Clay feels more himself now that he has gotten in a run.
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Date: 2014-06-21 12:45 pm (UTC)He turns his car into the school parking lot. Thanks to werewolf slow aging he looks eighteen in spite of being twenty-five. Because of this most would be surprised that he is walking into a small office labeled, Dr. Danvers.
He opens the door to expose an office cluttered with paper. Walking over papers to sit behind the desk. Rolling up the chair he starts writing on a piece of paper.
Clay feels more himself now that he has gotten in a run.