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Jesse Hauptman (alphadaughter) wrote in wariscoming,

When the curb dropped off, Jesse hopped back down to solid ground and continued walking, as if this were completely normal. For her, it was. She was as carefree as they came and went with her whims more often than not, often to her father's dismay. "There's art galleries and I think a museum of some kind. The arcade, the laser tag place which Caroline kind of ensures we make semi-regular use of. I haven't been to it, but there's a state park and I think a lake somewhere near here too." Those were just some of the points of interest she'd come across. Given a bit more time, she was pretty sure she'd find more places of interest.

"Next time I go adventuring, you should come with me," she said, bumping her shoulder against his, smiling in his direction. That smile faded almost instantly at the man she saw. She didn't know his name, but she recognized his face. Her eyes averted almost instantly. For one, you never looked a werewolf in the eye, it was just the rule, as a mundane she was supposed to submit. And plus, she knew it wasn't really him. Just Lucifer's imposed illusion. That had been her mantra through all of this to keep herself on point. Sometimes when she was in her room at night, though, it was almost impossible for Jesse to will herself to believe that.