Wolf helps post-torture Ron and celebrates with Garion (not at the same time)

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Wolf comes out of the kitchen, wiping his hands on his pants.

He's been wearing modern clothes more often lately. He likes them. Therefor, he is wearing very dark blue Dockers, and a red t-shirt.

He's also been working more often lately.

No, no particular reason why. No, it doesn't have anything to do with Tim's death.

Anyways.

Wolf comes out of the kitchen, wiping his hands dry on his pants, and decides to order a glass of water.

He hasn't been quite as hungry lately, either.

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Ron stumbled out of the laundry room (http://www.livejournal.com/community/milliways_bar/4525398.html), his face so pale it was nearly clear, tinged with green. He had an expression on his face that made it look like he was seconds from being sick all over himself. His eyes were wide, far too wide, and somewhat vacant, yet they darted around the room as if he was afraid someone would jump out from behind a potted plant and do him in.

Blood dribbled from the corner of his mouth down his chin and he was shaking so violently, it could only be called shuddering. He briefly scanned the floor until he found his wand, then turned to look around the room with red-rimmed eyes, his face stricken with horror and looking lost all at the same time. His shoulders both twitched slightly and his clothes were messy and unkempt, though not torn or anything.

If it weren't for the fact that the only blood was coming from his mouth, and there wasn't a bruise on him, it would have looked like someone had beaten him up--or maybe even tortured him.

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Sitting at the Bar with his water, Wolf immediately catches the stink of fear, and pain, coming from Ron. He turns to see why, and green irises surround themselves with white.

Shit.

Rushing over, Wolf stops before actually reaching the teen. He doesn't want to startle Ron, or scare him. He knows how people react when they've been hurt.

"Ron," he half-asks.

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"W-what?" He glanced around the room again, furtively. More blood dribble and when he saw it drippin on his shirt, he wiped away at the side of his mouth with his sleeve.

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There. The almost paranoid glancing about the room, the continual checking of your surroundings so that no one can sneak up on you.

Wolf is very unhappy right now.

But there is no anger in his face, his tone, his appearance or manner at all as he slowly reaches for Ron. His voice is low, and somewhere between almost-humming and almost-breathed. "How about we get you a glass of water and to a seat."

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"I was...I was up in my room, reading." He looked around as if seeing if someone was near to overhear him say it. "I, er, I slipped and hit my lip on my desk."

If Wolf can smell when someone's lying, Ron's reeking of lies.

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He can't smell when someone's lying, but he smells the fear. It's impossible not to.

"Right." Still soothing, but he obviously Does Not Believe Him and is not going to back down. "Ron, let's sit down." Wolf has his hand, warm and still slightly dishpan-y, placed against Ron's arm. "I think you need it."

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Ron stumbled over to a chair, with Wolf's help, his shoulders still twitching, and he sat down, and started rubbing at them.

"I bit my tongue," he said, burbling slightly because of the blood in his mouth.

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Wolf nods, getting a glass of water from the bar, and also a bowl of warm water and a cloth. A soft, cotton cloth.

"Here," he says, setting it down on the table. The water in the bowl has an analgesic in it. "Get the cloth wet and suck on it for a little while. It will help."

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Ron complied, though his hands were trembling so much he could barely hold the cloth right. He was still glancing around.

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Wolf reaches out again, touching Ron's shoulder.

"Ron." He's waiting for Ron to meet his eyes.

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Ron finally looked up. "Y-yeah?" he asked, after taking the bloody cloth out of his mouth.

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"Whoever it was, you're safe now."

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Ron looked down at the cloth again. "It wasn't anybody," he lied, shakily. "I fell and hit my dresser."

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*a wolf bounds up to Wolf and pounces up, licking at him*

""I got a job! I got a job!""

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His mood brightens considerably and Wolf ruffles his hands through the wolf's mane.

""That's wonderful! Doing what?""

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""Serving breakfast. I'll be...""

*and he realizes what a spectical he's making and calms down...though not down enough so that Wolf's hand is missing his ruff*

""One will be working the breakfast shift in Richard's stead as he is taking time away to deal with his cubs. One was told only the other day. One is rather pleased and proud and wished to share with one's older brother.""

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Wolf laughs.

""That's great! How did this come about?""

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""One spoke to Richard after Richard had gotten the cub given to him by the strange God and Richard said that he needed someone to take his job at breakfast time and one mentioned one had been raised in the kitchens and knew how to take care of things and serve and Richard told one to speak to Bernard and one did and thus does one have a job!""

*and he licks his hand again, nuzzling against Wolf's leg with joy*

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Still smiling, Wolf rubs his hand down Garion's back. With the lad being so tall, it was sometimes easy to forget that he was only 17.

""What do you say to some chocolate to celebrate, eh?""

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*Wolves do not bounce usually. This warrants saying because what Garion does a second after the world chocolate pops out of Wolf's mouth is very close to it and really, that mistake shouldn't be made for the dignity of wolves everwhere*

""Chocolate!""

*nuzzlenuzzlenuzzlenuzzle triumphant howl*

""Sounds good. I'll switch back in a minute but the rubbing feels nice and I'm in such a good mood.""

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He can't help but laugh, again. The pup's energy and excitement are just too contagious. Leaning over, Wolf puts both of his hands on Garion's fluffy shoulders and gives him a good, old-fashioned scratchy-rub all over his back and shoulders.

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*That earns Wolf a happy lick and more bouncing playfulness before he finally bounds off towards a table, appearing as a boy again as he sits properly in the chair, the largest of smiles on his face*

I'm acting like an Arend, I'm so pleased.

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He follows, sitting down in a chair at the end of the table, next to Garion. Stopping a wait-rat, he whispers something to it and the rat squeaks cheerily and dashes back to the kitchen.

Quirking a brow, with a bit of a smirk, Wolf asks, "And just what is an Arend, Gar?"

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*he looks a bit sheepish then, cheeks reddening*

They're a country full of rather...passionate people. One of my best friends, well, two of them, really, are from there and...well, let's just say that they don't look before they leap.

*he smirks*

Sometimes they don't even notice they should be leaping and just keep going.

*and finally he looks to Wolf*

A very emotional people. Sweet and kind and courageous and passionate...but they don't think very much and it's caused a lot of problems on all sides.

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He smirks. "Ah."

The rat comes back, and with a friend. They're carrying a large dish. An ice-cream dish. An ice-cream sundae dish. And yes, that would be chocolate ice cream. With chocolate syrup, and a little bit of whipped cream on top of the very top of the pile, and one perfect maraschino cherry crowning the confection.

Thanking the rats, Wolf picks up the dish and sets it on the table, then brandishes two spoons, mysteriously from nowhere. There is just a hint of twinkle in his glittery green eyes.

"This, Gar, is called an ice-cream sundae. Virginia showed it to me. And it's very, very tasty. And contains lots of chocolate."