Post-Cubefall exhaustion

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart is curled up on a big easy chair not far from the fireplace.

Being a wolf for three days and three nights has taken everything out of him. He couldn't kill anything right now, not even a fly.

Still, he misses the simplicity of it.

Being himself again seems unfamiliar. He is thinking more, and feeling so much less...

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[ohnoitsjools]

The last few days have been very confusing for Jools. The bar was filled with as many Lego blocks as he could possibly want, and there were animals everywhere.

Just as soon as it came, it seems to have vanished. Jools now has no Lego blocks to play with, and that big dog tore up his ball.


So he wanders over to the fireplace to just watch the fish until something more entertaining comes along.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart doesn't mean to be that.

He lies in his chair, folded up in ways you'd doubt such a tall, broad man could fold, one leg hanging over the armrest, looking mostly dead.

A rat comes and obsequiously refills his coffee.

[ohnoitsjools]

After some time, Jools gets bored with the fish. Eventually, he notices Urquhart, looking quite poorly.

"Are you sick?" he asks. "Only you look sick. You should probably drink some chicken broth or something."

[scots_wolf]

"Worse," Urquhart says. "It's not safe to talk to me. Ugh!"

[ohnoitsjools]

"Oh."

But that only goes so far.

"You could try some soup."

[scots_wolf]

"No thank you," Urquhart says. "Please, leave me alone."

[ohnoitsjools]

"What happened?" Jools asks. "Do you need a doctor?"

[scots_wolf]

"No," Urquhart says. "Just my coffee, and absolute quiet."

[ohnoitsjools]

"I think I heard somewhere that coffee's not good for you if you're sick," Jools says. "I do think soup would be better."

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart groans, and shakes his head.

"Please. No. Stop talking."

[ohnoitsjools]

"I brought my guitar. I could sing," Jools offers.

[scots_wolf]

"Please," Urquhart groans, "no! No noises. Nothing."

[ohnoitsjools]

"You want some tea?" Jools tries helpfully.

Or not, as the case may be.

[scots_wolf]

"I have coffee," Urquhart says. "Thank you. I only need peace and quiet."

[ohnoitsjools]

"It's not very quiet down here," Jools points out.

[scots_wolf]

"Even less so with you talking," Urquhart points out.

[ohnoitsjools]

"So you... don't want some soup or something?" he asks slowly.

[scots_wolf]

"Nothing!" Urquhart says. "Please shut up now. Or go away."

[ohnoitsjools]

Now Jools looks hurt. But while he may be a slow learner, he does still manage to pick things up in his own pace.

For one, he's learned that when this man wants you to go away, you do that.



And so he does, finding a table on the other side of the bar. Once there, he summons a rat, and has it send a very large bowl of soup to Urquhart.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart ignores it and goes back to dozing.

[sidhe_king]

"You," says the young man pacing silently up to Urquhart's chair, "Look drained."

Such is the aftermath of shapeshifting when one's body wasn't made for it.

[scots_wolf]

"I am," Urquhart says, looking up to him. "But it was worth it!"

[sidhe_king]

"'Tis what you get for shapeshifting," he says lightly. He doesn't disapprove, notably.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart turns his head towards Finvarra, and his leg flops over the armrest of the chair.

"I don't really mind," he says. "It was good. Very good!"

[sidhe_king]

Fin just looks at him.

"Perhaps it was good for you," he says.

[scots_wolf]

"And who do you think it was bad for?" Urquhart asks.

[sidhe_king]

He chuckles. "I wouldn't presume to say it was bad for anyone, excepting perhaps the rabbits."

[scots_wolf]

"Very bad for the rabbits!" Urquhart laughs. "But there's lots of them, and we only hunted what we could eat on the spot. It was fun, hunting with others."