06-24-2009, 09:20 PM
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the public don’t dwell on my transmission
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He had to admit it was almost flattering that someone had taken in interest in his belongings. Him, who he considered boring, unfun. Uninteresting. Maybe Talitha had been rubbing off on him, after all. Indigo eyes smiled as she confirmed his thoughts. Maybe that was what drove pack wolves to be pack wolves, lack of stability in childhood. Of course, it was instinctual. But decades of breeding were changing the luperci into more humanlike beings, and humans had been solitary. 'Yeah,' he replied to her question, bemusedly, following her gaze to the books.