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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[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.