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Main Campfire - Morning before classes

Weather still too hot. Check. Cabin stinking of leeches. Check. Half naked boy. Check. Half naked boy eating. Check.

Hopefully those thunderstorms wouldn't take much longer to reach the island, but for now it was dry and Jake had taken up position at the main campfire. There was a bag from J,GOB resting on the ground between his feet. He was planning on just eating it all by himself, but if you'd ask nicely enough he might be willing to share.

Might.

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"Hell yeah," Jake said with all his lack of self preservation and that stupid sense of invulnerability that came with being a fast healing werewolf. It was kind of stupid. Okay, it was stupid. "Not that the small ones weren't a challenge on their own."

"You've got to be one of those people who listens to the radio every night, hoping for trouble to hit," Warren laughed, shaking his head. "The walking fish are more my speed, I think. You're a fighter, then?"

And here was where Warren's awe for anyone who could hold their own in a fight came into play, yes. He was very, very good at running away, himself.

"Got to keep busy somehow," Jake agreed and he shrugged a shoulder. "I suppose you could say that, it isn't like I've got any training or anything like some of the people here."

"So it's more like a hobby?" Warren raised an eyebrow at that, tilting his head thoughtfully. "A few of my friends around here would tell me that I'd need to invest in a set of brightly-colored tights, if I want to take that route. I'm not entirely convinced."

"More like born into me," he corrected. "I don't know, tights sounds... for pansies. I think you can do better than that."

"Leather, at least," Warren agreed. "Just... maybe not in weather like this."

Better to fight crime shirtless and in jeans. Seriously.

"So..." He hesitated for a moment, not certain if he was pushing at corners he wasn't supposed to. But, well, this guy had said it himself, so... "Born into you?"

"Definitely not in this weather," Jake agreed. "Maybe just swim shorts or something."

He nodded slowly at the question. He was a bit more open lately, but it was a vague sort of open and a whole truth was still miles away. "It's in my genes. My grandfather was a fighter, so I'm too."

Warren wasn't going to pry too thoroughly. He didn't even know this guy's name yet, after all.

"More like inheriting the family trade, then," he mused, absently. "My father wants me to take over his business someday, but that has nothing to do with what's in my genes."

And everything, all the same. Life was a complicated creature. Warren didn't necessarily approve so much of that fact.

Maybe they'd get to the names eventually. Or just hear it on radio.

"And you're not interested?" Jake guessed, judging from the tone of the remark.

Radio was good for that sort of thing!

"It isn't that I'm not interested. Not really. Heck, I wouldn't mind owning a business that's as successful as my father's has been. But in my case, genes are sort of... getting in the way."

Warren shrugged. "I think I'm more willing to take what I was born to be than I am to take what I was raised to be, though."

Okay, that was kind of confusing.

"What? You're not good enough to follow the family business?" he asked. "Or is it more of meant to do something else thing?"

Warren was a good many things! Confusing was totally well up on that list, yes.

"A little of both, I guess," he sighed. "I can't follow in my father's footsteps unless I change what I am, and pretty severely, at that. I even used to think it was worth it."

"That doesn't sound very fair," Jake was frowning. He supposed it was a good thing his father knew about the werewolves even before Jake had become one.

"You don't think so anymore?"

"I'm kind of coming to like myself just the way I am, since I came here," Warren replied. "There's no rule saying that I can't just... I don't know... Start my own business or something after I've graduated. It might never be as big as Worthington Labs is back home, but I'm not exactly stuck between a rock and a hard place anymore."

"Find your own way," Jake nodded. "Sounds good to me. As long as you like what you're doing and it's your own choice."

"Right." A moment passed, and then Warren grinned slightly. "And then when I set up an Arctic branch of whatever business enterprise I head up, you can be one of my first employees."

He was thoughtful like that!

Jake laughed. "Sounds good. So what exactly would I be doing? Besides keeping cool."

"Keeping cool is about as far as I've planned it so far," Warren admitted with a chuckle and a shake of his head. "So, if there's anything that you've got your heart set on after I ship you up to the Northwest Territories or something, now's the time to suggest it."

"I'd always thought I'd want to be a mechanic," Jake said. "So anything along that line would be sweet."

Warren tilted his head thoughtfully. "So, a shop of your own, that kind of thing? Or something on a bigger scale, where you're the guy who designs the vehicles that people buy in the first place?"

Warren, stop thinking about buying a stranger a garage in Northern Canada.

Jake laughed at the tone. "More a shop of my own, or not. Just something where I get to tinker with cars and get paid for it," he chuckled. "Even if designing a car sounds kind of cool. I'd just have no idea where to start."

"No plans to learn that sort of thing in college then, I take it?"

Warren, don't start planning this guy's post-secondary career, too.

At least Jake was so far oblivious to his whole future being planned out on the spot.

"Maybe? I dunno, was thinking of going in that direction anyway, but you know... genes getting in the way and all that," he shrugged. "It's kind of vague where I'm heading to next."

"Well..." Warren pursed his lips faintly. "If you ever get it in your head that you'd like a garage of your own, come talk to me. Maybe we can some up with some sort of business arrangement."

Jake raised an eyebrow. "You're serious, aren't you?" he realized.

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