wanderingwere (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} wanderingwere) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} heureuxlake, |
"I never could get past your sense of smell." Regardless of how hard he tried to mask his scent, he could never get it past other shifters, least of all Heather. "I brought one of our old favorites." He waved the six pack above the table before plunging the bottles into the ice. It never was the best beer, but they'd drank it because it was cheap.
An easy feeling washed over him, his shoulders relaxing in a way he'd only done around old friends, and Emilia now he thought. "I've been good, I was talking about you the other day with the birthday girl." A raised eyebrow followed the smirk crossing his face. "Hearing you were reliving some of the old stories."