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[there's a frazzled shapeshifter on your screens today, imPorts. He rubs a hand against his mouth and the scruff of his chin awkwardly, like he's going to make an effort to collect his thoughts - then promptly throws that plan out the window.]

Hey, uh. Sorta a specific question, but has anyone ever... lost track of a day and shown up at the Porter? With somethin' changed? Is that just - somethin' that happens on top of all the other weird shit this place does to a person?

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[infomodder]

[Get used to it, Sam. Will Graham excels in disappointment.]

No. Just dogs. [But that begs the question:] Can you do any animal?

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...Yeah. I've just had to have seen it before. Sorta like an imprint.

Dogs, though - you've got pretty much all you need there. You lucked out.

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[Oh no, that's a real laugh and a real smile.]

Yeah, yeah. Always really liked dogs. Had a bunch back home, got a bunch here. [Sam had been really good with him as a dog, of course Will had noticed. He knew all the tricks. So he'd wondered...] Is that, are dogs your favorite? To shift into.

[shifting]

[Sam brightens in return, easing into the topic.]

Yeah. Every shifter's got - a go-to, basically. Mine's a dog. First thing I ever shifted into. Feels right, natural. People like dogs.

Wouldn't mind hearin' about yours. Or meetin' 'em.

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Sure thing. Just come around the house sometime. How d'you feel about raccoons?

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I wish they ate half as much trash as they spread around the yard, but they're too cute to stay mad at for long. Why?

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Aside from dogs and cats, we've got a bunch of raccoons. Smart ones.

[but he bets at least one will be confused by the new scruffy man in plaid, is this a test]

[shifting]

That sounds a little ominous.

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Does it? [He's so used to them at this point that he has to actually think about...oh. Yeah. Okay.] They've got something to do with my wife's powers. Better?

[shifting]

Little bit. For a minute you were makin' 'em sound like the velociraptors from Jurassic Park.

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[..............................huh.]

They can open doors.

[shifting]

I'd better stay on their good side then.

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If you're as good with them as you are with dogs, you won't have any issues.

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You weren't so bad yourself.

[they're so lucky this is private.]

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Ehh. [So modest.] Easier when there's someone more experienced to feed off of.

[So. Lucky. So, so lucky because Will switches topic to:]

What's all this about cupcakes?

[He can either ask after cupcakes, the whole parolee thing, or a sophisticated, murderous method. The cupcakes, for once, seem the most innocent segue into something not at all innocent.]

[shifting]

- Oh. That. [look at him make a face. It is a pained, tired, and annoyed face.]

Just havin' some fun with my probation officer, since he seems to've been havin' fun with me. You know him, or you lookin' to get some baked goods from me?

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Doctor Chilton and I come from the same initial Baltimore. [ Y O L O ] But I wouldn't turn down a free batch of cupcakes.

[shifting]

- You're seriously both from the same world?

How did you know him?

[infomodder]

[The most casual shrug.]

We worked together at first, sort of. Then I was a patient at his hospital for a little while. After that...just saw each other around.

[what a story mark]

[shifting]

Christ, who let him have his own hospital? [is the first question Sam has, because the guy seems self-satisfied enough just working at one, but the second bit of information sinks in pretty quickly afterwards.

The bit about Will being patient there.]

...How is it you worked together?

[there, that's the least prying of Sam's suddenly plentiful questions.]

[infomodder]

[Aw, Sam. That's so kind of you. Asking the least offensive question imaginable and also knocking Chilton, not the dude who was his patient. How sweet. He can't help but smile.]

Baltimore State Hospital for the Criminally Insane. A patient had murdered a nurse. Nasty scene. [One of many, judging by Will's tone.] I was called in to look it over. See if the patient was a very prolific serial killer who'd been. Quiet. Guy we'd been tracking for a while.

[shifting]

That's... a hell of a job to have. You must have seen some things.

Did it end up bein' your guy? Were you able to catch him?

[infomodder]

[And now some of those things include Sam's nude self turning into a dog; that is a nice addition.]

No, no. Close but no cigar. Guy we were looking for...he turned himself in later on.

[If his voice sounds a little lower and More Personal, well. Sam ain't imagining it.]

[shifting]

[hard not to catch that. Sam frowns in sympathy, despite not understanding.]

I would've thought you'd sound happier about that.

[infomodder]

It came at a cost. He... [He almost rolls his eyes, sighs instead.] ...long story. Not a good one. [Which entices some people, so he adds:] Maybe later.

[It is indeed a super good thing this conversation is private. Not now, he has a headache.]