◯ ¢яуѕтαℓ вαℓℓ ◯ {Greyson}

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"Goodbye, then," Cameron said. Without waiting for a reply, he hung up. Well, that conversation had certainly been odd. Had he been imagining it, or had the person on the other end of the phone been breathing hard, like he'd been running? He shook his head and went to the bathroom to wash up once more, then went about locking up the garage. He was exhausted.

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Sasha returned to his client, who paid half the amount he should have, demanding that he earned more than he'd bought, since Sasha had taken a phone call in the middle of things. He made his client moan and scream and beg, just like he was supposed to and finally let the man be sated. He walked home, sore, aching, his eyes fluttering closed and a cute, oddly innocent yawn leaving him.

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Cameron went into his make-shift bedroom in the back and stripped down to his boxer. He settled onto his cot, crawling under the warm but scratchy blankets.

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He entered the house. Jackson was at a friend's house that night, and so the house was his. He climbed upstairs, towards his room, stripping off his leather jacket and rubbing the center of his forehead. His head always ached after... A particularly rough round. And the final client of the night liked it very, very rough.

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Cameron, like always, had trouble sleeping. He'd been having nightmares about his first turning for months. That, and the night he'd been bitten. The first time he turned, though... that had been terrifying. It wasn't until then that he actually accepted what had happened to him. You can't really deny it anymore when you turn into a wolf at the full moon.

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(ain't that the truth.)

He couldn't sleep. Restless. Nightmares. He showered, though, letting the makeup and the gross.. Ickiness wash of his body. He leaned his head back, hair trapped in a bun on the top of his head, and let the water coat him. "Mm..."

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Cameron got up in the middle of the night to get himself a bottle of water from the fridge. He stayed up for awhile, just sipping water and staring blankly at the wall, exhausted to unable to sleep.

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He got out, skin flushed a pale pink, and reached forward, grabbing a towel. Sasha tucked it around his body like a woman would, starting just above his pectorals and the towel flowed down, effectively hiding most of his skin.

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Cameron screwed the top onto the bottle and set it down beside his bed. Then he walked into the garage and studied Sasha's car in the darkness. Who was he? And why had he come to his little shop? The customer had given no indication of how he'd found Cameron's business.

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He walked into his closet, flicking on the light. He let the towel drop, skin still shining - pale gold, this time - and bent to get underwear. Girly underwear, boy-shorts, lace, purple. Girly.

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With a sigh, Cameron turned away and went to his bedroom. He pulled on a pair of sweatpants and his shoes and then grabbed his keys. He left the shop, locking the door behind him, then slipped his keys into his pocket and started down the block at a jog. The cool air felt good against the bare skin on his chest and the wind stung his face a bit. Numb. That was his goal.

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Loose black pants, a black shirt. He climbed into bed, flicking on his lamp and getting a book from the bedside table. An interesting book, his favorite.

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A few people, the very few who were out this late, gave him odd glances as he ran by them. One did not run shirtless through the city in late autumn, not if one was in their right mind. Perhaps Cameron wasn't in his right mind, though. He wasn't human anymore. Who was to say he was still entirely sane?

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He wanted to feel the wind. He stood up, book in hand, and trotted downstairs. The porch. His rocking-chair. He slipped outside and settled into his rocking-chair, leaning back into the cushions. "Now this is better."

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Cameron turned down a residential block and continued jogging. He'd always been in shape, but since becoming a werewolf, everything physical seemed easier. He could run for miles, even in his human form, though being a wolf increased his stamina even more. His night vision made the world as clear as in daylight, and his other senses were increased tenfold. He supposed there were some perks to being a werewolf, but were the benefits worth the price?

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Sasha's body was an aching mess. He seriously needed a spa-day... But Jackson needed books for seventh grade, and clothes. His son grew faster than Sasha had.

He leaned his head back, admiring the sky. It was a clear night, the moon hanging high in the dark indigo canvas. He heard footsteps slapping against the concrete and his body stiffened, his eyes snapping to the end of his sight, waiting for someone to pass by. A midnight run? Odd...

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Cameron spotted a person sitting on their porch, which he thought was strange. He turned his sharp eyes on the person to get a better look, and his step faltered. He stepped running before he tripped himself. It was the guy. The customer from earlier. He thought back to the card he'd given him. Sasha. That was his name. What a coincidence. He wasn't sure what to do now, though. Keep running? It wasn't like they were friends, or even acquaintances, really.

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He stood up, trotted down his steps, stood with his hip cocked and his arms folded over his chest.
"Sir?" He couldn't identify him, not this far, without it seeming... Suspicious. "Do you have some water with you? Important to stay hydrated, no matter the exercise." Sasha drank almost three gallons of water a day.

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Cameron was hardly even breathing hard. No, he doubted he needed water quite yet. But he wasn't going to just flat-out lie. He'd always been a poor liar. "No, I don't," he said. Sasha didn't seem to recognized him, though. Perhaps it was better that way? They'd avoid an awkward conversation. But he Sasha brought him some water, he'd sure get close enough to him to recognize him.

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He sounded easy, steady. Hmm.. He hadn't smelled anything on Cameron, anything out of the ordinary, anyways. Just grease, which was to be expected.

He tilted his head, damp hair sweeping forward and hiding half his face in shadows. "Very well."