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“You’ve been a werewolf before with no issues?” Obviously, Mia wasn’t understanding the problem. “In fact, you control yourself remarkably well. I wish all fresh pups had half your self control.”

She let out a small humming noise, thinking for a moment. “What if I was there for part of the visit? Just long enough for you to prove to yourself that you aren’t a danger to her.”

Damn – Mia was determined, wasn’t she? “Well, I only handled myself because I guess the wolf part recognized you as someone of higher rank?” Carlos suggested. “Though, you being there with Angie and me… it might work. But… Mia, I honestly don’t know much about werewolves. How do they act around people, usually? Especially young children?”

“That depends on the individual person. Someone who was good with kids as a human would be good with them as a werewolf too. Usually I’d say the only thing to worry about besides increased strength is a potentially shortened temper, but I don’t think you even have that.”

Oh, she was bound and determined alright. If Carlos insisted on postponing the visit, she wouldn’t fight, but the fae woman would try to convince him to go through with it. It was important for him to see his daughter, after all!

Increased strength.. so he probably wasn’t going to be moving much, he thought. But a shortened temper? He didn’t remember experiencing any of that… but again, Mia was there most of the time to be the ‘alpha’.

“How does… Angela feel about werewolves?” Carlos then asked softly. “Has she… has she met one transformed?” What if it scared her? Carlos didn’t want to scare her. Which reminded him, he didn’t want her to watch him transform. He’d go to another room for that.

“Angie likes werewolves just fine. And she’s been around some of my adult children when they were in their wolf forms, along with my mate. The rest of the pack doesn’t really have much reason to be around her while in wolf shape.”

In other words, Angela was used to seeing werewolves as family and safe to be around. Which theoretically meant that she’d expect no harm to come from her Papa in wolf form.

Carlos let out a sigh at that. Good… that was good. Okay, things were shaping up to be alright, so far.

“That’s good to hear – I appreciate it,” he said to Mia. He sighed again. “Okay… and… you’ll be here with us? At least for a little bit?”

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“You’ve been a werewolf before with no issues?” Obviously, Mia wasn’t understanding the problem. “In fact, you control yourself remarkably well. I wish all fresh pups had half your self control.”

She let out a small humming noise, thinking for a moment. “What if I was there for part of the visit? Just long enough for you to prove to yourself that you aren’t a danger to her.”

Damn – Mia was determined, wasn’t she? “Well, I only handled myself because I guess the wolf part recognized you as someone of higher rank?” Carlos suggested. “Though, you being there with Angie and me… it might work. But… Mia, I honestly don’t know much about werewolves. How do they act around people, usually? Especially young children?”

“That depends on the individual person. Someone who was good with kids as a human would be good with them as a werewolf too. Usually I’d say the only thing to worry about besides increased strength is a potentially shortened temper, but I don’t think you even have that.”

Oh, she was bound and determined alright. If Carlos insisted on postponing the visit, she wouldn’t fight, but the fae woman would try to convince him to go through with it. It was important for him to see his daughter, after all!

Increased strength.. so he probably wasn’t going to be moving much, he thought. But a shortened temper? He didn’t remember experiencing any of that… but again, Mia was there most of the time to be the ‘alpha’.

“How does… Angela feel about werewolves?” Carlos then asked softly. “Has she… has she met one transformed?” What if it scared her? Carlos didn’t want to scare her. Which reminded him, he didn’t want her to watch him transform. He’d go to another room for that.

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Mia hummed to herself as she paced her home, considering. Carlos was supposed to have a visitation with Angie soon, and she knew her human friend was….forgetful, sometimes. Surely he wouldn’t forget about the chance to spend time with his own daughter though, would he?

……Yeah, no. She’d better call.

Picking up the phone and punching in the number out of quick habit, she waited for an answer, on foot tapping against the hardwood floor.

Something changed in Carlos. Not physically… no, not yet, but it was familiar. Familiar and pretty damn unsettling.

Yeah, he remembered it: the heightened senses, the cravings, the ‘instincts’, the feeling that his skin was going to just peel away at any minute to give way for fur… He wasn’t looking forward to it.

His cellphone rang with the funky beats of a Classic IV song to draw his attention– a little reminder that despite his own issues, the world was marching forward around him and he had to either participate in it, or tell it to leave him alone for a little bit. Carlos answered it, noting the caller before he did.

“Hello?” he said into the receiver.

“Carlos, hi!” she chirped as her friend picked up the phone. Well, at least he’d not gotten so caught up in his science he’d let his phone die! That certainly would have been awkward.

“I was just calling to make sure you were still good for Angie to come over tomorrow? She’s been looking forward to spending the night with you again.”

If the fae woman had any inkling on what her usually human co-parent was going through at the moment, she certainly made no mention of it.

Carlos’ gut twisted at Mia’s words. That’s right… Angie was supposed to come over. Dammit he’d completely forgotten. Between his usual work and the sudden change and time just not really existing in Night Vale… yeah, he’d forgotten.

Carlos couldn’t help the sigh that escaped him, and it was clearly very audible through the phone.

“Mia,” he said softly. “I… I’m not sure it’s a good idea anymore. I mean, at least this time. I’m, um… “ He hesitated for a moment, trying to think of how to put it. But, he reasoned, with Mia bluntness was probably the best policy. “I’m pretty sure I’m going to turn into a werewolf again. I’m concerned that it’s not safe for her to be near me right now.”

“You’ve been a werewolf before with no issues?” Obviously, Mia wasn’t understanding the problem. “In fact, you control yourself remadkably well. I wish all fresh pups had half your self control.”

She let out a small humming noise, thinking for a moment. “What if I was there for part of the visit? Just long enough for you to prove to yourself that you aren’t a danger to her.”

Damn – Mia was determined, wasn’t she? “Well, I only handled myself because I guess the wolf part recognized you as someone of higher rank?” Carlos suggested. “Though, you being there with Angie and me… it might work. But… Mia, I honestly don’t know much about werewolves. How do they act around people, usually? Especially young children?”

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Mia hummed to herself as she paced her home, considering. Carlos was supposed to have a visitation with Angie soon, and she knew her human friend was….forgetful, sometimes. Surely he wouldn’t forget about the chance to spend time with his own daughter though, would he?

……Yeah, no. She’d better call.

Picking up the phone and punching in the number out of quick habit, she waited for an answer, on foot tapping against the hardwood floor.

Something changed in Carlos. Not physically… no, not yet, but it was familiar. Familiar and pretty damn unsettling.

Yeah, he remembered it: the heightened senses, the cravings, the ‘instincts’, the feeling that his skin was going to just peel away at any minute to give way for fur… He wasn’t looking forward to it.

His cellphone rang with the funky beats of a Classic IV song to draw his attention– a little reminder that despite his own issues, the world was marching forward around him and he had to either participate in it, or tell it to leave him alone for a little bit. Carlos answered it, noting the caller before he did.

“Hello?” he said into the receiver.

“Carlos, hi!” she chirped as her friend picked up the phone. Well, at least he’d not gotten so caught up in his science he’d let his phone die! That certainly would have been awkward.

“I was just calling to make sure you were still good for Angie to come over tomorrow? She’s been looking forward to spending the night with you again.”

If the fae woman had any inkling on what her usually human co-parent was going through at the moment, she certainly made no mention of it.

Carlos’ gut twisted at Mia’s words. That’s right… Angie was supposed to come over. Dammit he’d completely forgotten. Between his usual work and the sudden change and time just not really existing in Night Vale… yeah, he’d forgotten.

Carlos couldn’t help the sigh that escaped him, and it was clearly very audible through the phone.

“Mia,” he said softly. “I… I’m not sure it’s a good idea anymore. I mean, at least this time. I’m, um… “ He hesitated for a moment, trying to think of how to put it. But, he reasoned, with Mia bluntness was probably the best policy. “I’m pretty sure I’m going to turn into a werewolf again. I’m concerned that it’s not safe for her to be near me right now.”

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Mia hummed to herself as she paced her home, considering. Carlos was supposed to have a visitation with Angie soon, and she knew her human friend was….forgetful, sometimes. Surely he wouldn’t forget about the chance to spend time with his own daughter though, would he?

……Yeah, no. She’d better call.

Picking up the phone and punching in the number out of quick habit, she waited for an answer, on foot tapping against the hardwood floor.

Something changed in Carlos. Not physically… no, not yet, but it was familiar. Familiar and pretty damn unsettling.

Yeah, he remembered it: the heightened senses, the cravings, the ‘instincts’, the feeling that his skin was going to just peel away at any minute to give way for fur… He wasn’t looking forward to it.

His cellphone rang with the funky beats of a Classic IV song to draw his attention– a little reminder that despite his own issues, the world was marching forward around him and he had to either participate in it, or tell it to leave him alone for a little bit. Carlos answered it, noting the caller before he did.

“Hello?” he said into the receiver.

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“Because your parents thought you needed company?” Carlos suggested, a little smartly, with a small teasing smile.

“I got all the company I needed when I was eight and Drake hatched. Didn’t need built in annoyances,” Mia was being dramatic as she draped herself over her friend.

Carlos just grinned wider. He put an arm around her shoulder and gave her a pat. “There there,” he said. “May I ask what brought this on?”

“Cass seems to have decided it’s great fun to flirt with everyone she meets and Loni seems dead set on fighting everyone she meets. I’m half convinced they’re going to start an intergalactic incident.”

“Sounds like they take after you,” Carlos joked. “But seriously… I think kid siblings are meant to be weird. I’ve got a brother, you know… he’s almost too smart for his own good sometimes.”

“Carlos, we’re triplets. And I’m technically the youngest by like. An hour or something. How am I the responsible one?” She made a face of mock disgust at that, shaking her head slightly.

“You know what, I never would’ve known if you hadn’t told me,” Carlos said. “Maybe it’s a spiritual thing? Like, your spirit’s older than theirs?”

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“Because your parents thought you needed company?” Carlos suggested, a little smartly, with a small teasing smile.

“I got all the company I needed when I was eight and Drake hatched. Didn’t need built in annoyances,” Mia was being dramatic as she draped herself over her friend.

Carlos just grinned wider. He put an arm around her shoulder and gave her a pat. “There there,” he said. “May I ask what brought this on?”

“Cass seems to have decided it’s great fun to flirt with everyone she meets and Loni seems dead set on fighting everyone she meets. I’m half convinced they’re going to start an intergalactic incident.”

“Sounds like they take after you,” Carlos joked. “But seriously… I think kid siblings are meant to be weird. I’ve got a brother, you know… he’s almost too smart for his own good sometimes.”

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“Because your parents thought you needed company?” Carlos suggested, a little smartly, with a small teasing smile.

“I got all the company I needed when I was eight and Drake hatched. Didn’t need built in annoyances,” Mia was being dramatic as she draped herself over her friend.

Carlos just grinned wider. He put an arm around her shoulder and gave her a pat. “There there,” he said. “May I ask what brought this on?”

“God, I wish I could just pass out right about now.” ((Lets play the “Can Mia actually play out an actual gods damned thread?” game! xD

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Carlos looked to her, a little big concerned. “Uh… do you need to?” he asked her. “Are you okay?”

“I’d like to know how it works, too,” she gave him a sad little smile and shook her head. “But, they must have their secrets as well as anyone else, no? It is not my place to force that from them.”

“Yeah… I guess not,” he said. “Um, so… kids. What does she like? Uh… what – what’s her name again?”

“She is called Jade. She likes music and drawing things.”

“Music and drawing. Okay. Huh… I wonder if she’d like Animusic…” He probably still had that DVD stashed somewhere.

“It would be worth a try if you were wanting to entertain the children,” Mia shrugged. She had no idea what he was talking about, but assumed it was probably either a show or a cd that the scientist could put on for the kids.

“Alright. Ooh – does she like Bob Ross?” he then asked suddenly.

“I, ah, have not chosen to give her much experience with Terrandi television,” Mia’s response was almost sheepish.

“Oh,” Carlos said. “Well… he’s an artist. A painter. Very soft-spoken and he teaches techniques through his videos. I’m not a painter, but it’s pretty mesmerising to watch him work. Now that I think of it, he’d probably interest the other kids too if they watched… hm…”

“They might like that, yes. It is worth a try.” She smiled again, pleased that things were going so well in the planning stage for this, at least.

Carlos grinned at her. “Awesome. You should look him up too, when you get the chance – it’s pretty relaxing to watch him work. Anyway… um… when do you plan on bringing the kids over?”

“God, I wish I could just pass out right about now.” ((Lets play the “Can Mia actually play out an actual gods damned thread?” game! xD

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Carlos looked to her, a little big concerned. “Uh… do you need to?” he asked her. “Are you okay?”

“I’d like to know how it works, too,” she gave him a sad little smile and shook her head. “But, they must have their secrets as well as anyone else, no? It is not my place to force that from them.”

“Yeah… I guess not,” he said. “Um, so… kids. What does she like? Uh… what – what’s her name again?”

“She is called Jade. She likes music and drawing things.”

“Music and drawing. Okay. Huh… I wonder if she’d like Animusic…” He probably still had that DVD stashed somewhere.

“It would be worth a try if you were wanting to entertain the children,” Mia shrugged. She had no idea what he was talking about, but assumed it was probably either a show or a cd that the scientist could put on for the kids.

“Alright. Ooh – does she like Bob Ross?” he then asked suddenly.

“I, ah, have not chosen to give her much experience with Terrandi television,” Mia’s response was almost sheepish.

“Oh,” Carlos said. “Well… he’s an artist. A painter. Very soft-spoken and he teaches techniques through his videos. I’m not a painter, but it’s pretty mesmerising to watch him work. Now that I think of it, he’d probably interest the other kids too if they watched… hm…”