[If he wasn't feeling so dour and full of anger and fear he was barely keeping in check, he would have smiled at her enthusiasm. Instead he just kept his eyes on the drink and spoke with a terseness that belied his emotions.]
Tall. Leather jacket. Red scarf. Carries a bat covered in barbed wire. Calls it Lucille.
[The last word, the name, was snarled. It came out like a big cat growling, complete with his mouth changing shape briefly to accommodate before it reverted back to human. But now that he'd gotten a little anger out, more of it started boiling under the surface, looking for release. His fingers tapped out on this glass, nails lengthening and curling into something between human and claws. There was a twitchyness to his nose, the ghostly outline of a muzzle flickering in and out every few seconds while he growled low in his throat to himself.]
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Tall. Leather jacket. Red scarf. Carries a bat covered in barbed wire. Calls it Lucille.
[The last word, the name, was snarled. It came out like a big cat growling, complete with his mouth changing shape briefly to accommodate before it reverted back to human. But now that he'd gotten a little anger out, more of it started boiling under the surface, looking for release. His fingers tapped out on this glass, nails lengthening and curling into something between human and claws. There was a twitchyness to his nose, the ghostly outline of a muzzle flickering in and out every few seconds while he growled low in his throat to himself.]