The deck - Afternoon

[need-no-moon.livejournal.com]

Yes, Jacob knew it was January, thank you very much. No, he wasn't wearing shoes. Look, he'd actually dragged the stupid t-shirt with him to avoid odd looks, but there just was no way to fit the shoes in the rubber band that was still tied around his ankle.

He'd done some experimenting and discovered that when he morphed on the island, he couldn't hear any of the other werewolves. Which was cool and worrying at the same time. It also meant he was going to have to actually call home if he wanted to catch up with what was going on. At least that worked, he'd tried it as soon as he'd gotten to his room on Saturday.

He'd slumped down on one of the chairs, his feet propped up on the table as he contemplated his stay so far. Class could have gone better. A lot better. His roomie hadn't killed him yet for snoring and he was four years in the future. He wondered if Bella was still alive.

[Open like a deck in winter time.]

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[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

She sat down in one of the other chairs, her knees tucked up to her chin. "So, is it January back where you come from?"

[need-no-moon.livejournal.com]

"May," he said. "Four years ago. And I'm guessing your time is nothing like ours."

The ears made that easy.

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

"Nope. Sometimes it moves faster than the human world's and sometimes slower. It was winter when I left too, but I don't know what month it was. We don't really count those." Mmm, ice cream.

"It must've been weird, to suddenly be plunged into January weather from May."