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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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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?

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]

That sounds a little ominous.

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?

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

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

They can open doors.

I'd better stay on their good side then.

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

You weren't so bad yourself.

[they're so lucky this is private.]

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.]

- 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?

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.

- You're seriously both from the same world?

How did you know him?

[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]

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.]

[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.

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?

[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.]

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

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

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.]

...Yeah, okay. 'Nother time.

[maybe over beers on a front porch.]

[Everything is better over beers on a front porch. If only Hannibal had approached cannibalism with such Southern comfort, things would have been different. Way better lit, for one thing.]

Yeah. [What a somber sounding easy agreement that is, but...] Should probably talk about Doctor Chilton 'nother time, too, huh?

[Meaning a more in depth talk, obviously.]

If "talk about" can mean "bitch about", yeah.

[He actually laughs; good job, Sam.]

If we're calling a spade a spade, exactly. Let's get drunk and bitch.

[he grins and nods.]

It's a date.

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