Basement, Derek & Mike's Totally Normalish House, Late Tuesday Afternoon

[bitten_notshy]

It was the last night of the full moon, which meant Jackson and Derek were free of werewolf issues for another month.

Jack, however, was not. He morosely chewed on a sandwich as he waited for the moon to rise. He'd come to love having a pack (even though some days he wouldn't admit it), but there was definitely a downside to being a different breed from the others.

[OOC: Open to whoever might be in the house!]

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[bitten_notshy]

"Bowl of water, raw meat, nice strong door, bed for when I fall asleep," Jack ticked off. "It should be fine, unless you want me to get a muzzle this month."

[newroutines]

"Nah, I don't have any requirements." He wasn't the one shifting every month. He could deal with whatever side effects there were. "Long as the door holds, I'm good."

[bitten_notshy]

"I hereby promise to do my best not to try to get up the stairs," Jack deadpanned. "You've been here most of a year, haven't you? I suppose this must all be routine for you."