Three things are universal constants: one, March craves a cigarette. Two, he hates Canada, and three: Tim is just sometimes going to show up unannounced.
In a weird way, it's something March digs. It's jarring, it sucks being responsible, but Tim is firmly on the list of people the PI would vehemently defend no matter what and it's better Tim vents or whatever he needs to do to him instead of doing off and doing something stupid.
What catches him off guard is the fact that he's a goddamn wolf. March hears the scratching, immediately assumes the Darkwalker is politely knocking so as to come kill him, and promptly grabs the nearest weapon-shaped object next to him. Once the door opens and he finds a wolf--clearly one that's a human in disguise--he lowers the large fire poker. It's not until he gets a good look that he knows who it is. Slight concern begins to creep over him, eyeing the blood.
Tim's here, great. Tim's transformed and bloody, not so great. When the fuck did he get wolf powers? How? It is Tim, right? Sheer confusion overtakes concern. The fact that it's Tim is half process of elimination and half gut feeling, because there isn't a single person here that pulls this sort of shit.
"Good boy," he says it regardless of the truth behind the words, not bothering to hide the mild concern as he opens the door all the way through.
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In a weird way, it's something March digs. It's jarring, it sucks being responsible, but Tim is firmly on the list of people the PI would vehemently defend no matter what and it's better Tim vents or whatever he needs to do to him instead of doing off and doing something stupid.
What catches him off guard is the fact that he's a goddamn wolf. March hears the scratching, immediately assumes the Darkwalker is politely knocking so as to come kill him, and promptly grabs the nearest weapon-shaped object next to him. Once the door opens and he finds a wolf--clearly one that's a human in disguise--he lowers the large fire poker. It's not until he gets a good look that he knows who it is. Slight concern begins to creep over him, eyeing the blood.
Tim's here, great. Tim's transformed and bloody, not so great. When the fuck did he get wolf powers? How? It is Tim, right? Sheer confusion overtakes concern. The fact that it's Tim is half process of elimination and half gut feeling, because there isn't a single person here that pulls this sort of shit.
"Good boy," he says it regardless of the truth behind the words, not bothering to hide the mild concern as he opens the door all the way through.
"What the fuck?"