[Steve's embarrassment was worth every crass comment that he made, thoroughly enjoying the discomfort and having to keep himself from wanting to sniff at his friend all over again. He forced himself not to because they couldn't just leave Steve wandering in the nude for longer than necessary, as much as he would enjoy it. As much as it both filled him with pride and sorrow to see how big and strapping Steve was in this new form. He covered over any sorrow with pride.
He gathered their items up while the blond decided to change back, overseeing the process out of the corner of his eye. It took a bit of effort on Steve's part, but he was pleased to see that there was no particular instruction from him necessary for the blond to figure it out. That was good; Steve was a natural and adept at picking up new skills easily, always had been.
He slung the pack over his shoulder, and reached out so that he could card his fingers through the fur between Steve's ears, scratching around those big cheeks a moment later.] How about I call you something fierce? Brutus? Timber like timber wolf? Ah well, let's get you some pants.
[He managed to hold in his frown at Steve's words of shipping out. That was for other men after all. They were wolves now, and there was no necessity to joining in that fight even if Steve was fit and probably couldn't be killed easily. It was too risky, and they were pack now. As far as he was concerned, it was mostly a non-issue and they could run in the woods for as long as they liked. Shipping out simply meant that there was less explaining for them to do.]
It will be better if we move to a new neighbourhood anyway. Less questions that way. [He headed towards to edge of town as if leaving to topic of war behind him in the woods. He walked right up to town as if he had every right to, keeping calm as he looked for lines of clothes that had been out on such a warm night to dry. He eyed a few trousers that he thought might fit and looked back at Steve.] Wait here.
[With that, he was off to slip into yards with a practiced ease of avoiding drawing attention to himself. He moved up in the shadow of buildings, using the early hour to his advantage as he picked through the available trousers to find something that was bigger than what he would wear. Taking down a pair, he headed back to Steve and lifted his arm.]
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He gathered their items up while the blond decided to change back, overseeing the process out of the corner of his eye. It took a bit of effort on Steve's part, but he was pleased to see that there was no particular instruction from him necessary for the blond to figure it out. That was good; Steve was a natural and adept at picking up new skills easily, always had been.
He slung the pack over his shoulder, and reached out so that he could card his fingers through the fur between Steve's ears, scratching around those big cheeks a moment later.] How about I call you something fierce? Brutus? Timber like timber wolf? Ah well, let's get you some pants.
[He managed to hold in his frown at Steve's words of shipping out. That was for other men after all. They were wolves now, and there was no necessity to joining in that fight even if Steve was fit and probably couldn't be killed easily. It was too risky, and they were pack now. As far as he was concerned, it was mostly a non-issue and they could run in the woods for as long as they liked. Shipping out simply meant that there was less explaining for them to do.]
It will be better if we move to a new neighbourhood anyway. Less questions that way. [He headed towards to edge of town as if leaving to topic of war behind him in the woods. He walked right up to town as if he had every right to, keeping calm as he looked for lines of clothes that had been out on such a warm night to dry. He eyed a few trousers that he thought might fit and looked back at Steve.] Wait here.
[With that, he was off to slip into yards with a practiced ease of avoiding drawing attention to himself. He moved up in the shadow of buildings, using the early hour to his advantage as he picked through the available trousers to find something that was bigger than what he would wear. Taking down a pair, he headed back to Steve and lifted his arm.]
Here's hoping these fit, pal.