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Captain America - Werewolf Flavor. ([personal profile] capwolf) wrote in [community profile] calling_logs2016-09-27 11:02 pm

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WHO: Steve and OPEN, Steve and Sam.
WHAT: Apartment hunting.
WHEN: Nowish?
WHERE: City of Tomorrow, City of Nightmare
NOTES/WARNINGS: Probably none. Maybe some schmoop and angst.

Thus far, Steve's resisted doing more than making occasional visits. He knows plenty of people have found an apartment, moved in on more or less permanent basis depending on who they are and what they are. Some (like Thomas) who have started businesses. He hasn't done it himself because it felt like abandoning his duty - his responsibility, his commitment, his purpose. People who count on him and need him and have expectations of him.

It's been months.

He's finally cracked.

He needs somewhere he can let his... fur out. Somewhere he can run, somewhere he doesn't have to keep the wolf locked under his skin and keep who and what he is secret, all the time. Somewhere, maybe, that he can even choose what he's responsible for and where everyone who looks at him doesn't immediately see Captain America, and have a comic book or trading card collection featuring him. He just -

He doesn't know what will make him happy, he doesn't know what he wants, but he's starting to get a guilty idea about what maybe he needs. Doesn't want to need it, but does anyway.

He can't quite decide where to look for that 'vacation home'. He knows he wants something small and basic. Whether he fits, he doesn't know. He knows his favorite two places, the ones he's most comfortable in, are Nightmare and Tomorrow. So those are the places he looks - walking the streets, head tilted up to look at buildings, checking properties and stopping for a meal here and there. Tracking to people he knows via scent along the way.

And, eventually, wearing fur and on four feet, making his way back to Sam's apartment and clawing at the door.
cosmetological: (tease)

[personal profile] cosmetological 2016-09-28 03:45 am (UTC)(link)
"Long time no see, fuzzball," comes a voice from a particularly deep shadow in one of the alleys. Tomorrow, of course, as opposed to Nightmare. Nightmare he tends to avoid, other than the bars.
cosmetological: (white court)

[personal profile] cosmetological 2016-09-28 03:56 am (UTC)(link)
Margaery, as if on queue, poked out of his shirt collar to both greet and get a look at Steve. She doesn't speak, but the bob of her head is an acknowledgement. Thomas, for his part, steps into the light.

"Haven't started up yet. Unexpected delays."

He shrugs.

"Have I mentioned that plumbing is a bitch and a half?"
cosmetological: (oh?)

[personal profile] cosmetological 2016-09-28 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
That gets a look that would be flat, except that he's gotten good humor about the whole thing. At least by this point.

"The thing about plumbing is that it's got water in it. And water, when it ends up in places it's not supposed to be?"

He shakes his head with a sigh.

"I've got plumbers, carpenters, and a few handymen without an 'er' working on it, but the whole thing ended up taking almost another month."

Then he pushes off from the wall.

"And you?"
cosmetological: (a little bit wild)

[personal profile] cosmetological 2016-09-28 02:51 pm (UTC)(link)
"Around here?" and he gestures to the city they're in at the moment, since he's hoping that's the case. He knows there's a certain pull for people like them to go to Nightmare, but he doesn't actually think it's a good idea. Nightmare is a place designed to bring out the monster in people.

"I could tell you about my building. And I think they have a couple of openings, if you're interested." A glance over at him. "Pet friendly."
cosmetological: (chillin)

[personal profile] cosmetological 2016-09-28 03:05 pm (UTC)(link)
He snorts and shakes his head.

"Oh hell no. Totally reasonable."

He has the crazy apartment back home because it's expected. It's practically required. His apartment in the city is significantly less glitzy and definitely not quite as showcase clean. He actually lives in it.

Steve might even notice that his clothing is a little less... designer. Though it's hard to tell on Thomas since literally everything he wears looks like it was tailored. Then again, a nerdy t-shirt and a pair of jeans with a leather jacket over it aren't exactly the height of fashion in any world, even if he does look edible in them.
cosmetological: (huh)

[personal profile] cosmetological 2016-09-28 03:22 pm (UTC)(link)
"Wanna pick up lunch and then I'll take you by?"

Nice and chill. Thomas is apparently in a good mood.

"Though, uh, nothing against dragons, right?"
cosmetological: (Default)

[personal profile] cosmetological 2016-09-28 03:28 pm (UTC)(link)
"He's like... tiny," Thomas explains with a sweep of one hand. "Like, cat sized. And just the one. Just didn't feel like surprising you with him."
cosmetological: (oh?)

[personal profile] cosmetological 2016-09-28 03:31 pm (UTC)(link)
"I was in Adventure during that hatching thing, looking into something," he explains, "and he kinda came home with me." A shrug comes along with that. "Besides, I like pets."

He's missed Mouse more than a little since he moved out.
cosmetological: (huh)

[personal profile] cosmetological 2016-09-28 04:15 pm (UTC)(link)
"Falcor's pretty set where he is now."

He occasionally joined Thomas out of the apartment, but mostly he liked to hang out there.

For his part, Thomas nudged back, grinning.

"And I totally disagree. You could use..." he was clearly thinking it over before-

"Ducks. You should adopt ducks."
cosmetological: (chillin)

[personal profile] cosmetological 2016-09-28 04:31 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh yeah. No. You're a guy." And that was definitely a thumbs up that came with that. "But I'm still sticking with ducks."

Why? It made sense to his brain for some reason. Possibly just because it was neither a cat, dog, nor rodent. Or a lizard.
sizeofyourbaggage: (grin)

[personal profile] sizeofyourbaggage 2016-09-28 03:52 am (UTC)(link)
There's only one person who could be scratching at his door like that.

Or at least, Sam hopes there's only one person. Kurloz has a key, and he's pretty sure since their talk about boundaries and rules for when the kid stays over, he wouldn't bring something with claws over without at least giving Sam a heads up.

Pretty sure.

Sam himself has mostly been staying here, especially since confirming that time isn't passing back at home. After everything that'd happened with the Accords and on the Raft, well. He needed somewhere to sort some things out, might as well be here. Not that he was actually doing a lot of sorting things out, but still. He likes getting to lose himself in the crowds, getting to fly as much as he wants, and hanging out with the friends he's got that come here without having to worry about keeping a low profile.

And Steve's a big part of that, so he doesn't bother hiding his smile when he opens the door to see a wolf.

"Hey, man, come on in."
sizeofyourbaggage: (beam)

[personal profile] sizeofyourbaggage 2016-09-29 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
As far as Sam's concered, he's got virtually no boundaries when it comes to Steve and physical touch - or at least not any that he's found yet.

So Sam just grins wide, wrapping his arms around his wolfy best friend to give him a hug before scratching behind his ears.

"I'm gonna take that to mean you missed me, cause I sure as hell missed seeing you around here."
sizeofyourbaggage: (affection)

[personal profile] sizeofyourbaggage 2016-10-12 02:59 am (UTC)(link)
It's adorable, that's what it is, and it's somehow easier thinking that when Steve's a wolf than it is when he's human.

He's still grinning as he watches the wolf head towards the bedroom, nodding when he stops to look back.

"Go ahead, man, feel free to grab whatever fits you."
sizeofyourbaggage: (hey there)

[personal profile] sizeofyourbaggage 2016-10-31 10:37 pm (UTC)(link)
This would be Sam's expression lighting up little when Steve implies that not only is he gonna keep coming over Sam's place, he's gonna do it often enough to need to keep some stuff there.

"Hell no, it's not a problem at all. I don't have near enough here to fill up the dresser, you can have a whole drawer if you need." ...and then it's his turn to realize how that sounds. He ducks his head a little, considers qualifying it or something, but then just lets it stand. He meant it exactly how he said it. "Wasn't kidding when I said I missed you. I'd like to have you around more."
imperfectsoldier: (74)

[personal profile] imperfectsoldier 2016-11-03 06:59 pm (UTC)(link)
The good news is, Steve doesn't know quite how it sounds. He's busy being a little unsure of the situation, to start with, and a lot busy being touched by what comes after it to backtrack and dig innuendo out of an innocent remark.

"A drawer's probably about how much space my clothes would take up if I brought about half of them over." He doesn't exactly pack heavy, and he's not a complicated kind of guy. Especially not when it comes to clothes - or gratitude. "Trying to find the line, here. Don't want to be following you around like an actual stray, don't want to keep turning up and stealing your pants, either. Seemed like bringing my own would be a pretty good compromise. Glad you think so, too."

A pause and: "I've missed you too, Sam."

And not just because Sam was good for him.
sizeofyourbaggage: (all right then)

[personal profile] sizeofyourbaggage 2016-11-27 04:55 am (UTC)(link)
Well, at least there's something comforting in that, that Steve hasn't gotten any better at figuring out when Sam is flirting. Though in all fairness, sometimes Sam himself isn't even sure he's flirting.

He kind of was this time, but, well. That's beside the point.

"I can respect that. Spent a lot of time trying to find a balance to things, figure out where the line is." He very nearly says that as far as he's concerned, there's no line - but that's not true. Or at least, it shouldn't be true, he should have some boundaries when it comes to Steve. And he probably does, he just can't think of any right now.

Especially not when Steve says that he missed him, too, and Sam ducks his head a little before he smiles back at him.

"You know you're welcome here as much as you want, right? If that means you wanna stay here whenever you're in town, hell yeah, I'm on board."
imperfectsoldier: (9)

[personal profile] imperfectsoldier 2016-11-28 04:22 pm (UTC)(link)
"I know, but that line." He smiles, and it's warm and pretty damned comfortable, really, even easy. "Moving in's probably over it. I'll see about leaving some pants and getting something close, though."

He wants pack and connection, but he knows better than to reach out too hard for that. He does not know that wanting it doesn't mean he should automatically resist it just because it might be influenced by the wolf. "Besides, I'd keep you up all night howling."
sizeofyourbaggage: (that was actually funny)

[personal profile] sizeofyourbaggage 2016-11-30 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
That line, the one that Sam's pretty sure he's supposed to have. He's not a fan of it right now. But it's good, it's fine - one of them should probably draw it right about now. Sam's a little bit too stuck in how much he'd missed Steve, and in that Steve'd missed him, too. He's probably fooling himself, thinking that the way he felt about Steve was ever gonna be purely platonic, but just because he realized that doesn't mean he needs to keep poking at it.

Still he laughs a little at that joke, eyes crinkling in amusement - and doesn't let himself think about Steve keeping him up all night howling in a very different way. "I'm up half the night anyway, man, at least howling might be entertaining. Give the neighbors something to talk about."

And he's gonna let it go at that, he really is, except - except he finds himself asking, "You don't gotta answer, but - can I ask why moving in is over the line?"
thygospelevity: (I cried out God)

[personal profile] thygospelevity 2016-09-30 06:48 am (UTC)(link)
He's been one of the many and few that have taken up abode. It hasn't been particularly long, just... he doesn't know. He's never fared well at time, particularly with no way to track the perigee, even ignoring the breaking of time in his homeworld and this place.

Since he's got here, when he hasn't gone back to his hive to check up on those he cares for, he's been living with Sam. Those back on Beforus would think him mad to stay with an angel, he knows, but he's also aware he's already established himself as being mad even among his friends. Such was the life of a prophet, he reminds himself once again.

Perhaps its his stay with Sam that marks a scent upon him. Perhaps its just mere coincidence as he dives on in to the land of Nightmares-- Daymares, it should be, he thinks-- eager to indulge in the wonders of esoteric runes and mad poets he shouldn't but will most likely attempt to read out loud. Dressed in bones, he walks gladly into that dark night, finding a safety of sorts there that to most others wouldn't be.

Even in those times he stops and stares at the strange aliens that resemble Sam. He had claimed that not all those around here were angels, but he has yet to spot the differences. Surely there was something more than wings to divide them? Could there be other angels here with wings hidden away? Maybe if he can just get a closer look...
thygospelevity: (I cried out God)

[personal profile] thygospelevity 2016-11-20 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
When something or someone you've been staring at comes on around to staring back at you, the typical response is too turn away and pretend you weren't looking, maybe with some embarrassment and/or an apology.

Kurloz, instead, smiles brightly and waves. He fills in those last few steps of space and takes one last look, just to be sure the being isn't an angel.

"Greetings, my ninja! Are you too discovering the miracle of the realm of nightmares?"