[Knowing that he would feel even more spoiled and ungrateful. There aren't any zombies. Just... fucked up werewolf murders.]
Go for it.
[He'll hang back and pretend not to watch as he gathers his very modest collection of objects. Jeans, shirt, blazer, coat... it was really winter when he left, designer watch, shoes...]
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Go for it.
[He'll hang back and pretend not to watch as he gathers his very modest collection of objects. Jeans, shirt, blazer, coat... it was really winter when he left, designer watch, shoes...]