Wendy the Werewolf Stalker Campfire [Wednesday Evening]

[icecoldfrost]

It was beautiful outside this evening, and so Emma found herself out by her cabin's campfire; cigarette in one hand as she balanced her notebook on her knees. It was easier to work on her creative writing assignment out here than in the cramped quarters of the cabin, and if she didn't like what she wrote, well, she could always burn it.

And really, there was no downside to lighting things on fire.

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[a-demosthenes.livejournal.com]

"If you don't have enough information," Valentine said with a wry grin, "then I certainly don't hearing it second hand, although it isn't like it's that unfamiliar of a conundrum, either. In a very...vague, general sense, anyway."

And of course she was curious about the specifics, but Jack was talking about a friend, and she wouldn't want to press on him to betray a trust. Not when, if it still remained intriguing, she could try to piece it together herself. It would give her something to do around here.

[bitten_notshy]

"No, in a vague and general sense, it's ... probably not unfamiliar at all, though the specifics are unusual," Jack said. "I'm sorry. I'd feel odd telling you the whole story. I don't think there is a real right or wrong, though."

[OOC: *crashes out*]

[a-demosthenes.livejournal.com]

Valentine shook her head. "No, it's okay," she said. "I can understand that. You just wanted a second outside opinion to weight against your own, since you yourself aren't directly involved, while this other person is. Or I'm just completely talking out of my butt right now, in which case," she grinned, "don't mind me."

[bitten_notshy]

"I did, and I got one. But Valentine," Jack said, opening his eyes very wide, "I always mind you. It's hard not to."

... serious time over. Can has flirty times now?

[a-demosthenes.livejournal.com]

And, of course, Valentine recognized the change and slipped easily into it, grinning and putting the seriousness aside, dismissed for the moment, but not forgotten. Not until she'd discover whether or not it was anything useful. Her grin took on a skeptical tilt, leaning toward Jack a little as she fixed an arched eyebrow on him.

"Jack," she said, "if you're going to spout flattery, I'm sure you can come up with something more applicable than that. The only reason you'd find it hard not to mind me is because you've actually got more than a lick of intelligence to you."

[bitten_notshy]

"You're giving me instructions on how to flatter you, now?" Jack asked, and it was his turn to sound skeptical, though he smiled at the compliment to his intelligence. "Why wait for me to do it? It seems like you wouldn't exactly be coy about your own virtues."

Which Jack didn't find entirely true of her, but that he claimed it might in itself be a kind of flattery.

[a-demosthenes.livejournal.com]

"I just think," Valentine pronounced with a grin, "that if you're going to do it anyway, you might as well do it well, and who better to know what flatters me than me myself? You're getting it from the source here, a valuable education."

[bitten_notshy]

"Tempt me with knowledge?" Jack said, raising an eyebrow for effect. "Now that's the one thing I cannot resist. How should I flatter you?"

[a-demosthenes.livejournal.com]

"Ah, now," Valentine sighed overdramatically. "There's the rub. You can't, I'm afraid, nor should you. Breath better wasted elsewhere, Jack."

[bitten_notshy]

"You aren't going to tell me you don't like boys, or don't like compliments from boys," Jack said skeptically. He was curious where she was going with this.

[a-demosthenes.livejournal.com]

"Of course not," Valentine agreed. "I didn't say anything of the sort. It's just when I hear a compliment, from a boy, girl, even a person of inconsequential gender, it's rarely something I don't already know."

[bitten_notshy]

"That's my project for the year," Jack decided. "I'll find a compliment for you that isn't something you've already thought about."

[a-demosthenes.livejournal.com]

Valentine snorted, not a derisive laugh by any means, just an amused one. "Well, that should be interesting," she said.