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]

And now Laura was gone, and -- Jack was perversely glad his family had bowed out before he was old enough to miss them.

He made a little noise that was meant as sympathetic.

"I could try not to complain so much about the shifting," he said, then, to be a brat, continued: "Especially if it means I outrank you."

[justlurkinghere]

"I can still kick your ass," Derek replied, a tiny fraction of the tightness in his face easing.

[bitten_notshy]

"One of these days I'm going to ask you to prove it," Jack said, glancing out the window to see the darkening sky. "Not much of a fair fight tonight, though."

[justlurkinghere]

"When you get it under control, we'll see." There. Something to look forward to, Jack.

[bitten_notshy]

Jack almost smiled at that. "You think that's going to happen?"

He hoped so.

[justlurkinghere]

"I think so." Then again... Derek.