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]

"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.