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Post by tsukikoko on Jul 14, 2019 16:42:46 GMT -6
"Ohhhh, I dunno..." Tsu winced, rolling his shoulder as one might do when experiencing slight pains. "Might need a while to recover yet."
There was a brief pause, as the werewolf continued his 'ruse', before his wide grin was back and he threw back both arms in a not-so-subtle, full body flex. As the material of his shirt pulled taut, it was very clear that not only was he very much back to full fighting fitness, he was showing off. "Aaaand, done! Beach, here we come." He took off at a leisurely pace, leading Sam towards his vehicle. Though the weather wasn't as warm as it could be, the skies were clear and Tsu reckoned the surf would be nice and choppy. Just how he liked it. Really was the best for running through.
Presuming Sam didn't need to get anything else, the silvering werewolf lead his friend to his truck, opened the passenger door and beckoned for the dulluhan to step inside with an ever-present smile.
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Post by NightshadeVII on Nov 30, 2019 16:53:08 GMT -6
A heavy, almost exaggerated sigh pushed past Samael’s lips as Tsu flexed, showing off with his usual, shameless confidence. Seemed like even age couldn’t put a dampener on Tsu’s more flashy tendencies. Originally, this part of the werewolf had put the dullahan off, as it was such a contrast to himself and how he was in the world, he didn’t really know what to do with it, but over time, he had learned to accept it, even see the humorous in it, after even more time.
“No wonder you ruin your shirts so often, if you do this every day.” He remarked with dry humor in his voice, nodding at the shirt, how the material had pulled taut over the others chest, looking like it might rip, should Tsu decide to go further. And Samael didn’t doubt that they both knew that could happen. It was almost strange to see the werewolf again, it had been years since they had last seen eachother, and while the dullahan hadn’t forgotten the man’s antics, he hadn’t thought he would come to see them again. He supposed there was a measure of comfort in being proven wrong like that.
When the two friends and co-workers walked to Tsukiko’s vehicle, the Dullahan began to seem more at ease than he had done before. His shoulders were less tense, and his posture less rigid and statuesque. He didn’t look quiet as alienated here. Or perhaps it was just the last remnants of adrenaline from the minotaur fight that left his body.
He slipped into the passenger seat quietly, sending Tsu an appreciative nod. “So, it’s been four years since we last did this, huh?” Samael said once Tsu had gotten into the vehicle as well, “it’s good to see that you haven’t lost your touch.”
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Post by tsukikoko on Dec 21, 2019 15:18:49 GMT -6
As Tsu started the engine in his truck, he gave a gentle sigh. “Four years… yeah.” Every moment of those long four years were committed to his memory, he would always be acutely aware of how long he had been gone, the people he’d left behind. Isaac’s face, his pained expression, flashed across the werewolf’s mind, leaving him momentarily silent. With a low, rumbling rev of the engine, he peeled his vehicle away, near-autopiloting towards the beach.
Though, it was only a few seconds later that a familiar lopsided grin was present on stubbled features, as Tsu responded properly and cheerily to Samael’s comment, “I’m glad to hear I’ve not lost my touch too! Getting on in years don’t you know? Soon I’ll be complaining about my back and aching hips.” Judging by the humoured chuckle that followed his words, it was clear the man didn’t think for one second he’d actually experience such aches. “But yeah, a lot to catch up on. Speaking of which, you get up to much while I was gone bro? I can’t be the only one who drags you out.” Tsu was excited to hear stories from all his ‘packmates’, the Dulluhan included. It was an excitement that glinted in his eyes, a bright, pure light impossible to miss, reminiscent of a dog pleased to see their family again.
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