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[A COUPLE DAYS AFTER THAT NIGHT. . .Tex is getting a text]

motormutt: Hey. . .
motormutt: you around? It's Mike.

Edited 2015-04-05 09:44 (UTC)

[Mike is getting a (pretty concerned) voice message!]

MIKE! Where are you?

[Aw buddy. A hesitant moment, but then he switches over to audio]

Yo, man. I'm fine, just laying low for a couple nights, found another scrap heap in Vandare.

. . .Look, Tex. The other night, I didn't mean--[to rile him up after killing someone FOR PURE FUNSIES]

[Texas doesn't let Mike finish even if he tries. There's another voice message.]

Gimme a minute.

[And then after that, there's nothing for the next five or ten minutes. Until a car pulls up outside of the scrap yard. And, of course, here comes Texas. He kind of has a pretty good idea where all the scrap heaps are in Vandare, not that there's many to choose from.

The voice that follows next isn't coming from a device as it echoes through the yard.]

Mike? You here?

--uh. Tex? Tex??

[Mike does indeed try to make contact for the next few minutes before giving up. He would completely understand if Tex felt like giving him the cold shoulder, so he resigned himself to trying again later.

Until he hears the screech of a car and the voice of his teammate. Jeeze, even without being a minotaur, he's pretty sure Tex would have found him. Mike himself wasn't sure he was ready to face his crew just yet, but looks like he doesn't have a choice now.

Hesitant, he doesn't answer for a few moments, but finally calls out. He's sitting atop Frankie's hood (that car has seen better days by now), deep in the yard.]

Over here, Tex. You didn't have to come out.

Edited 2015-04-08 17:48 (UTC)

[Following the sound of Mike's voice, Texas finds him easily enough. He trots over, stopping at a fair distance away before he approaches further. At first glance it's kind of hard to tell if Mike is 100% himself, so he's a little wary.]

Except I kinda did. You had us worried there, little guy. [A few feet from the car, he pauses. What's the best way to say this?]

Uhhhhhhh, you're you again, right? No more crazy werewolf? Just, ya know, makin' sure.

[Can't go wrong with that bluntness! Mike lets out a light, bitter laugh, and nods, not making direct eye contact.]

Yeah, no more crazy werewolf. [He drags a hand down his face]

I don't know what else to say but. . .sorry, man. Not that it makes up for anything. Your head okay?

[Sounds like Mike is back to his good ol' self again. Texas closes the distance between them and leans on the car, arms folded across his chest.]

Ah, don't worry 'bout it. Texas knows it wasn't you. Just wish I could'a snapped you out of it when I had the chance. [For a brief moment, he's silent while he taps a finger against his bicep. Then he looks up at Mike.]

What about you? You okay?

I think you made one heckuva impression, at least. Whatever's in my head isn't going to forget a ride like that any time soon. [Was that an attempt at a joke?? Sort of?? Either way, it implies that yep, he remembers everything bright and clear, and there's a loooong pause before he answers Tex again, still avoiding looking at him.]

. . .

Nope.

[Honesty is the best policy!]

But I'll deal with it. Not exactly something many folks can be okay with. More worried about the folks I lashed out at, like you.

Soooooooooo, you kinda remember everything then, huh?

[That's pretty different from his own experience with going crazy. It's also pretty sucky. It kinda makes sense now why Mike is hiding out here alone. Texas reaches across the car and drops a hand on Mike's shoulder.]

I dunno who else you ran into that night [aside from that dude they ate] but you ain't gotta worry about me. Daddy Texas can hold his own.

[A quick side glance at that hand, and it gets a little smile. It's not exactly reassuring in the grand scheme of things, but it's good to know he can always count on Texas being Texas.]

I know you can, buddy. Doesn't mean you should have to. And the things I said--[He stops short, frowning. Suuure did try to convince his bro to just go on a murder spree. Not cool.]

Forget about it. Look, gonna try to make sure it doesn't happen again, but if it does? Skip the chit chat and go straight to the knocking me the heck out.

You got it, bro.

[He says, giving Mike a clap on the back. At least now they had a game plan for next time... which hopefully won't happen, but just in case.]

Same for if you see me actin' crazy. Guess we should ask Chuck and Julie what they want us to do if they ever start losing it...

[It's not a fun thing to think about but if it's happened to him before and now Mike, it makes sense their friends would be next.]

Did you run into them too while you were wolfin' out?

Edited 2015-04-18 16:55 (UTC)

[He jerks forward, nearly stumbling off the hood with that clap. He gives him an appreciative smile.] --Thanks, man.

[The thought of crossing paths with the others makes him sick. Even though this incident confirmed that his wolf side considered them pack, he would still fight them if need be. . .or in Chuck's case, probably chase him around for the hell of it, even without killing intent.]

Luckily, no, and I'm glad for it. Think some part of me wanted to avoid you guys on purpose.

Don't mention this to them, alright? Not yet. They've got enough on their shoulders without having to worry about my freakouts. Just. . .gotta find a way to make sure they don't ever lose it, too.

Edited 2015-04-19 02:37 (UTC)

Alright...

[Texas agrees uncertainly. He gets why Mike wouldn't want to tell Chuck and Julie about this but keeping secrets just isn't really his thing. Especially when, with the way things are going, it isn't as easy to keep it from happening as Mike would hope.]

Youuuu know that's kinda impossible, right? I mean, unless we can defeat this god and find our way outta here before stuff starts happenin', we're gonna have to warn 'em about the going-on-crazy-rampages stuff.

[Quiet for a few moments, he nods, kind of looking distantly through the junk yard.]

Yeah, I know. This place can turn anyone one their heads, no matter how hard you try. But for the times we can prevent it, we need to do whatever possible. Damage control, you know? If their guts start egging them on. . .they need to listen before it gets too bad.

[Is he basically saying they need to learn to hunt and kill, or at least start eating people scraps before they snap? Sure sounds like it.]

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