Near The Abandoned Shack, Sunday Evening Before Sundown

[chosehumanity]

Thankfully, whatever had been going on had cleared up by the time Mitchell arrived back on the island, late last night. He'd taken a deep breath of fresh air and gone on home to take a day of relative peace and quiet.

But it was the full moon tonight, and so he found himself waiting for George near the abandoned shack, his hands in his pockets. He'd gotten one or two extra locks just to be sure, and his bearing was only slightly wary in that he kept looking around to make sure no one else joined them.

[[ for george! ]]

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[chosehumanity]

One vampire desperately trying to fit in with persons.

"I'll be there to let you out," Mitchell affirmed, taking the shirt first, then the Star of David with the care appropriate to it. "Think I'll be taking your clothes this time," he continued, "Unless you're wanting to make another donation to nature."

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George nodded. "I appreciate it," he said, stripping off his pants, kicking off his shoes. "I'll just..." He sighed, and stepped into the shack. "Thank you, Mitchell. For everything."

[chosehumanity]

"I'm not hugging you while you're naked, George."

Because Mitchell wasn't a sap, except for where he was; he shrugged his shoulders lightly. He reached up and picked up said trousers and shoes and added them to the stack. "Be good?"

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"Can't do much else, locked away in a shack," George pointed out. He sat down, right in the middle of the shack, and crossed his legs, hunching over, to wait for the change. "I'll see you in the morning.

[chosehumanity]

"See you."

With that, Mitchell shut the door, put on the extra locks, and locked them. He glanced behind him to see if anyone else was coming - then he looked to the sky, and found where the beginnings of the full moon were starting to show.

He moved faster.