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]

"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.