"Yep," Erikos drawled. "Deadman's River. A bit out of town, and you have to go through a bit of a backroad to get there, but you shouldn't get too lost."
supernatural shipping rp//open
pets
"I should be fine finding my way," Cyrus said. He could have added in because I still smell you but that seemed inappropriate to say at a time like this.
“Alright, coolio,” Erikos drawled. “See you in a bit,” he said before hanging up. He reached for the joint again, lighting it quickly before taking a quick drag of it
pets
Cyrus hung up and stuffed the phone back into his pocket before forcing himself to stand. He looked down at himself, wondering if his simple attire would be decent enough to meet Erikos in. He never wore bright colors, just lots or blacks and greys. Those shades looked better on his extremely pale skin. So, he began to jog- which to a human would have been more of a sprint- towards where he thought the river was.
Erikos sighed, finishing his joint before smothering it again. He stumbled over to the windows, making sure they were all open as he did his best to air out the cabin
pets
After around 15 minutes, Cyrus found his way to the cabin and river. He looked at the front door, taking a deep breath before he knocked and waited for a response.
Erikos grinned as he heard the knock to the door. He hopped up, walking over to it and opening it with a smile. “Cyprus, pal! Nice to see you.”
pets
Cyrus smiled at Erikos, hands stuffing into the pockets of his jeans. "Hey, Erikos, good to see you too," he said, shifting his weight on his heels a tad.
“Well, come on in,” Erikos said, still grinning as he stepped aside. He rubbed at his eyes a little, secretly hoping it wasn’t too obvious he was still a bit high
pets
Cyrus stepped inside, lowering his head a tad so he wouldn't hit his head on the doorframe. He was always cautious about that. He hit his head on door frames and such way too often. "Nice place," he hummed, looking around the room.
“Pretty nice for a cabin in the woods,” Erikos said with a small laugh. He flopped down on the couch, a lazy grin on his face as he looked up at Cyrus. “You want something to eat or…something?”
pets
Cyrus didn't realize it until Erikos had mentioned it, but he was starving. "Yeah, that'd be great, actually," he said. He took a seat on the couch as well, legs stretching out in front of him.
“Do you want…meat?” Erikos asked, getting up and walking over to the fridge. He pulled out a few leftover fish, gesturing with one before downing the other himself in a few bites
pets
Cyrus' stomach churned at the side of the meat, and he shook his head a tad. The Wendigo gave an excited noise though, and his stomach rumbled quietly. "I'm a vegetarian, so no thank you.."
Erikos laughed a little at that before eating the other fish. “A vegan Wendigo, huh? That’s gotta make life hell,” he said before reaching into the fridge again. “Heads up,” he warned before tossing a salad kit in Cyrus’ direction
pets
"You have no idea," Cyrus said with a chuckle. He caught the bag of salad, and the Wendigo hissed in disgust at it. He ignored it, opening the bag taking out a handful before stuffing it into his mouth hungrily. But it didn't seem to help his hunger at all.
“Rabbit,” Erikos teased before reaching into one of the cupboards. He grabbed a large bag of Cheetos out of it before sitting down next to Cyrus. He opened the bag before shoveling handfuls into his mouth
pets
"Hey, I can't help it, I have a sensitive stomach. Do you know how hard being a vegan wendigo is? It's terrible," Cyrus laughed, taking in another mouthful of salad.
“I dunno, Nami seems to have it pretty good. But then again, a shaman doesn’t seem to be the type to be bothered too much about eating people,” Erikos said with a shrug. He downed another handful of chips before offering the bag to Cyrus
pets
Cyrus shook his head in response to the offer. "Because she can handle eating meat. It's just me, I get sick easily. And when I'm forced to shift and it does it's thing? It's pointless, I end up coughing up whatever it ate after I shift back."
“Maybe try meat substitutes? Tofurkey or whatever,” Erikos said with a shrug. He took another handful of chips, shoving them into his mouth hungrily
pets
"That would be a good idea, but the wendigo still likes its meat- even if it means I get sick afterwards," Cyrus huffed, eating another handful of salad and allowing it to soothe his churning stomach.
“Here, gimme a sec,” Erikos said, setting the bag of chips down before going back into the kitchen. He rummaged through the frige, pulling out a large canister of tofurkey and handing it to Cyrus. “Try that. Might trick your brain into thinking it’s meat.”
pets
Cyrus looked at it skeptically before taking it an opening the package. He sniffed at it, nose scrunching up slightly at the smell, and the wendigo gave a snarl. He picked up a piece and put it into his mouth, forcing himself to swallow after a soft gag. "I don't know how well this is going to work."
“Well you don’t have to eat the whole thing. It’s pretty gross in my opinion,” Erikos said with a laugh. “I don’t do vegan stuff, I just had it around from when my buddy Argo tried to go on a diet.”
pets
"This stuff is absolutely terrible," Cyrus said, putting the lid back onto the container and taking out another handful of salad, which he shoved into his mouth.
“I know, it’s gross,” Erikos said. He grabbed the tofurkey from him and tossed it in his mouth, eating it container and all almost comically before returning to his chips
pets
Cyrus arched brow at that, but laughed and shook his head. "Weird," he chuckled, leaned back onto couch so he could stretch his legs out a bit more. They felt sore- but his bones moved and cracked when he shifted back and forth, so he always tended to be sore.
“Hey, I paid for it so I’m gonna eat it,” Erikos said with a laugh. He glanced over at Cyrus, eyes lingering on him a moment before he tilted his head curiously. “Sore? That’s a Wendigo problem right?”
pets
"Sore?" Cyrus repeated. "Yeah, it is. Shifting back and forth can hurt sometimes and my wendigo is very active. Lots of sprinting around and jumping from high places that it shouldn't. Hurts like hell for me afterwards."