4″You sit on the couch and look out at the window, worried when you see where the sun's position is. You're hunger for meat begins to grow as the sun sets. You tap your foot anxiously, hoping that I don't come home before you transform. The lock on the door clicks, I open it and step inside, having my sack of poisoned-tipped arrows slung over my shoulder and my crossbow in my hand. "Hey, are you alright? You seem anxious." I place my things down next to the door and sit next to you.
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