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Thatcher gave a whistle, and Nike seemed to back down, stepping aside but still tense. “I need a favor,” he started before glancing at Nike and adding on. “And I wouldn’t start that up and try to drive away. There’s no promises that my hound won’t do what she likes and rip you off the vehicle.”
"Okay then, I'm not leaving, what do you need?" Leon asked as he tensed slightly when he thought of the hound ripping him off his motorcycle. He leaned against his motorcycle as he kept glancing at the hound.
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“We are obviously different in size, height wise, but people tend to like larger clothing. I need a shirt,” Thatcher simply said, unbuttoning his trench coat to show his blood splattered shirt.
"Okay then…." Leon said as he looked at the blood splattered shirt. "How did you get blood all over your shirt?" He looked at his phone to look at the time. "I'm sorry, but I-um- have to go to the beach right now."
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“I had work do to, and my hound is a messy eater,” Thatcher answered, but he frowned when Leon said he had to go. “When can I meet you, then? Some time soon would be preferable.”
"Umm, I'll pick you up here? or if you're too uncomfortable staying here you can follow me." Leon suggested as his skin started getting drier. He quickly started his motorcycle and got on it, ready to leave after Thatcher made his decision.
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Nike gave a growl at the sound of the motorcycle starting, but Thatcher gave a whistle and shook his head at the hound. “I’ll follow you and stay by the beach,” he said with a confirming nod.
"Okay then, get on." Leon said as he looked at his skin and saw that it got drier and he was tapping his fingers impatiently. He glanced at the hound, hoping it would let him leave.
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“Get onto that thing? No, I’m perfectly fine with just following from behind,” Thatcher said. The vehicle looked dangerous with nothing around it to protect the driver, and he didn’t need to be getting injured.
"Okay then, whatever you say." Leon grinned as he sped off quickly to the beach, thinking Thatcher wouldn't be able to follow him. After he made it to the beach, he ran into the water and looked around for his friends again.
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Thatcher, in one swift movement of his arm, was shifted into a murder of crows, flying off after Leon with Nike bounding close behind. When getting close to the beach, the birds landed, and shifted back to himself.
Leon was already underwater, looking for his friends. One of his friends swam over to him and took him to a place where there were dead sirens on top of each other, Leon was terrified and he quickly swan away to the shore. After he got onto the shore, we waited for his legs to come back and he was slightly startled when he saw Thatcher.
(gtg, idk for how long)
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(Alright)
Thatcher lingered near the start of the sand, eyes closely watching Leon. Nike was sitting next to him, her three heads sniffing at the air. She gave a few low growls and his brows raised as if he understood her. He clicked his tongue, head tilting to the side, and the head closest to him gave a small bark. He nodded his head in understanding, going back to silently observing.
"So, do you want to go to my house so we can get you a shirt?" Leon asked as he tried to forget about the fact that his friends were dead. He glanced at the hound and stiffened slightly, thinking of what the hound could do to him in a matter of seconds.
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Thatcher seemed to ignore the question, asking one of his own. “My hound can smell dead things. Tell me, are there bodies nearby?” He questioned with an arched brow while Nike growled quietly.
Leon stiffened when he asked the question and nodded. "Y-Yes, I just found out that my friends are dead," He said as he looked at the hound.
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“Do you know how?” Thatcher asked then. It was hard to tell if he was asking out of interest or not. It was also difficult to detect any hints of sympathy in his tone and expression.
"N-No, one of my friends was able to make it out then they took me there," Leon paused and looked at the ocean. "I'm going to be doing some research tonight." He said as his eyes got glassy.
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Thatcher nodded slowly, running a hand through his thick, white hair. “We can go get the shirt now,” he said, and Nike gave a huff like noise, getting to her feet.
"Okay then." Leon got onto his motorcycle and drove off to his house. After he got to his house, he opened the door and walked into his closet which was in his bedroom.
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In one or two short minutes, Thatcher was standing in the doorway of Leon’s bedroom, despite having not been invited in. “Lovely home,” he spoke up, eyes flicking around the bedroom as he did so. What would it be like to shove Leon back onto his own bed and-, his thoughts started, but he cut himself off quickly.
"Thanks. Do you have any preference for the shirt like what color and do you want any designs on it?" Leon asked as he glanced at Thatcher, trying to guess his size, and took out shirts that might fit him. After he got all the shirts that might fit him he laid them down on the bed. "Take your pick."
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Thatcher stepped into the room, approaching the bed as he looked down at the shirts. After a moment of thought, he grabbed a simple grey t-shirt, feeling the material with his fingers. “This should work,” he said before shrugging off his trench coat and setting it onto the bed before he began to unbutton his ruined button up.
Leon nodded as took the other shirts and put them in his closet, "Okay then." He said and quickly looked away while blushing slightly when he saw him unbutton his ruined button up, he started tapping his foot, waiting for Thatcher to finish since he was impatient most of the time.
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Thatcher finished unbuttoning his shirt, and he dropped it to the floor before picking up the clean t-shirt and slipping it on. “I think this fits well,” he said, looking down at himself.
Leon glanced at Thatcher then stopped hiding his face. "I think it looks nice and there should be a mirror in the bathroom if you want to see how it looks on you," He said, pointing towards a basic white door.
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Thatcher nodded his head slowly, but didn’t move to go to the bathroom. “I’ll take your word for it. Where can I put this?” He asked, picking up his ruined, white and red button up.
"Ummmmm, I can put it in the washer than you can take it to your house??????" Leon answered, grabbing his laptop while sitting down on his bed and he starting his research on how his friends were dead. He was biting his lip while scrolling through his laptop and he found out that there was a major growth in siren hunters, "Nooooooo, whyyyy." He groaned as he kept researching.
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“Right, my house,” Thatcher said, thinking of the motel room that he rented. He watched Leon for a moment before sitting on the edge of the bed next to him. He looked at the computer screen with a frown. “Humans hunt your kind? For what purpose?”
