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[It's one of those chilly nights where the wind blows too strongly and the clouds appear dark enough to suggest a coming rain. People pull up their collars, wrap their coats around themselves, and hurry to seek shelter, but not Kiyeon. While people hurry past with anxious glances at the sky, Kiyeon's standing in the middle of the sidewalk with a stack of fliers in his hands, looking like he'd rather be anywhere but there.

He's not entirely sure how he got into this situation. One minute he'd been walking by on his way to grab a bite to eat, the next, a kid who couldn't have been older than fourteen had shoved a bunch of papers into his arms and pleaded with him to take over. Something about needing to go to the bathroom and that he had to get all the fliers out or else he'd get into trouble.

It had all happened so fast. He hadn't even gotten a chance to protest before the kid had dashed off. And Kiyeon had waited... and waited... and figured it wouldn't hurt to mindlessly pass some of the fliers out as he continued to wait.

Only it's been about twenty minutes now and a part of him knows he's been had but the other part of him tells him to stand there, that the kid could come back any minute now. And it's the latter that he decides to listen to because he's always been soft, especially for kids.

When he spots the next person coming his way, he sticks out a hand holding a flier to stop them as he tucks the rest of the stack under his free arm.]

Please take this.

[Unfortunately, he'd never bothered to check out the fliers or the fact that they were advertising a night club. Look, it wasn't his fault he was too distracted keeping an eye out for that kid to notice the scantily clad women displayed on the front.]

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Are you serious? [He stares after the guy for a second before letting out a little snort and shaking his head at the absurdity of it all. Check their IDs his ass. So what if teens wanted to hang out in a club wearing skimpy clothes. It's not big of a deal. And the flyer didn't have an age restriction written on it, so why bother trying to tell who could and couldn't go there? It's self-explanatory.

But hand the flyers he does. He just walks up to people and all but shoves the flyers into their hands, but it at least polite enough to thank them for looking. Most of them don't even bother to try and give them back. Size does have advantages.

He got rid of half of his stack that way and then without any attempt at subtlety just walked over to a trash can and dumped the rest in there. He looked around, trying to sense where the other Were had gone. Not that he should bother sticking around, since who knows what plans he might be trying to come up with. He could have left to get more of his pack to Hunt Tolemi with. It was a stupid idea to not move on as soon as he could.]

[It must be an unlucky day, Tolemi, because Kiyeon appears not too long after with empty hands. His expression brightens a considerable amount when he sees he wasn't abandoned and he makes his way over. And yes, it's just him. He didn't bring his entire nonexistent pack to rain hellfire down on the hare.]

Great, you're still here.

[And Kiyeon's even hungrier than he was before. It doesn't help that the prey scent is so strong. He silently thanks the stars that the full moon isn't anywhere close to appearing soon, since that might've been disastrous for the both of them.

He wants to jump right into searching for a place to eat, but introductions were never made and he wants to right that.]

I'm Kiyeon. What's your name?

[He's surprised once again because this guy is nothing like he's ever thought a wolf would be. Nothing like the stories and warnings he's heard his entire life. Besides his blatant scenting of him when they first came into contact, he's been overly friendly. His brow furrows just a bit, but he isn't going to let his true confusion show.]

Tolemi. What are you planning at here?

Nice to meet you, Tolemi.

[Kiyeon's always been friendly and laid-back, traits that were odd when he grew up in an alpha family, but it's kept him alive until now. Had he been another aggressive male, the outsider wolves would have taken him out just like they had with his father and brother.

It's been a tough road for years now, but he's never strayed too far from who he is.]

Planning? Ah, not sure, but I know a few places that are open at this hour.

[Whoop, way to misunderstand.]

[It's easier to not trust, because though he may look smaller and less capable than Tolemi in his human form, he's still a Were who could turn on him at any second. But Tolemi isn't going to cause a scene with all these humans around them, either. He's safe in public spaces, he knows, unless the predator wants to get himself into hot water.]

Whatever. Pick a spot close. Since you're paying. [Saving his money until he gets a new job is not a bad idea either, even if he is getting a free meal from a mangy mutt who is trying too hard to be friendly.]

[This is his default setting!! There's no trying hard!!

Kiyeon's practically trembling with the exciting prospect of food and he nods his head like an eager child. He starts leading the way, listing the places he knows off the top of his head.]

There's a chicken place down the street and not too far from there is a restaurant that serves good steak, but if you don't a mind a longer walk I know a burger place that...

[He trails off from his ramblings, eyes wide as he turns to look at Tolemi like he's suddenly realized something.]

—Do you eat meat?

[This is so surreal, that Tolemi can't help but wonder if this is a prank somehow. If it's not a secret plot to get him alone and try to feast on his flesh, it has to be a joke.

And then he asks the question.]

You for real? Do I look like a leafer? If it's cooked well I'll eat it. [And he does mean well because he hates eating shitty food.] Chicken is fine. I said close.

[He's never heard of a leafer before but he assumes it means... eating leaves... or something along those lines. Well, whatever it is, he's pleased to hear Tolemi eats meat. Makes things easier.]

Chicken it is.

[And it really is close. Kiyeon's mouth is definitely watering by the time he reaches the doors and he pulls one open for Tolemi and motions for him to head inside. The overpowering scent of chicken masks Tolemi's own prey scent and that eases whatever left over tension Kiyeon had been fighting against.]

[Jackalopes were made to be carnivores, but some took the vow of nonviolence so far as to refuse to even eat meat. Tolemi was not one of them. The way he saw it, if he could cook it, he could eat it. He pauses when Kiyeon opens the door for him, staring the shorting man down. Really? Just who is this guy.

But it doesn't hold him for long and he passes into the restaurant, but only as far as inside the doorway so that Kiyeon could enter, too. He wasn't going to leave his back open just like that.]

This better be good chicken, man.

Hopefully you'll like it. And if not, you'll at least know not to come back here, [he says with a small laugh as he follows Tolemi into the store.

There's only one other patron inside and Kiyeon says a quick hello to the restaurant owners before grabbing a menu off the front desk. He leads them to an empty table not far from the entrance and takes the seat furthest from the door. He's well aware of the apprehension Tolemi has for him and he thinks it might be somewhat comforting for the other man if an exit's nearby.]

Did you want to look through the menu? Or I could just go ahead and order if you don't mind.

[He's been here enough times to know what's good.]

I'll know it's bad before I had to eat it.

[Because that's the benefit of having a very sensitive nose. Instead of seeing Kiyeon's choice of table as the kind gesture that it is, Tolemi sees the fact that his back would be to the door, so he can't see who may be coming in. So he deliberately takes the chair from one side of the table that put his back to the door and instead set it to the side of the table, so that he could see Kiyeon just as easily as he could see anyone coming from the door or behind the counter.]

Give it to me.

[He holds out his hand for the menu, because he's not trusting Kiyeon with what tastes good. This boy looks like he'll eat anything as long as it's technically food, he's not listening to his opinion on good food.]

[Kiyeon quietly watches as Tolemi moves his seat, a small smile playing at his lips. He doesn't mean to think it's funny, but it's kind of humorous in an endearing sort of way.

He passes the menu over without a fuss, leaning back in his seat once that's done to make himself comfortable. Tolemi's got the right idea, Kiyeon loves food and anything edible honestly makes the list for him.]

Take your time choosing.

[It's not like he has anything important to do after this.]

[There is a diligent refusal to acknowledge that smile because shut up. He's not making anything out of his need to move his seat okay. So instead Tolemi looks down at the menu and looks it over. He furrows his brow just a bit. Some of the names of these "meals" are just plain ridiculous.]

What the hell is a "Bombastic Chicken-rito?"

[Who thought that was a good name for a food that you wanted to convince wouldn't ruin your intestines? Just call it a spicy chicken burrito.]

[While Tolemi looks through the window, Kiyeon turns his attention to the nearby window facing the streets. The light pitter-patter of raindrops hitting the glass distracts him and he watches as they roll down.

So, the dark clouds suggesting rain had finally let go. Hopefully there wasn't a downpour on the way.]

A chicken burrito, [he answers, gaze still trained on the window as he watches a couple rush by with their hands over their heads.] Careful, though. It can be spicy.

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