Date: 2016-09-22 12:24 am (UTC)
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Akeem nodded in acknowledgement, and thanks for the confirmation. He had suspected as much, but Fin smelled different from other Faes he had met. Not that Akeem had ever spent much time around any of them. There had been something about them that had made him wary.

"Werewolf, Lycan," he gestured vaguely with the hand holding the cigarette. "Some of us care very much what you call us, but I don't."
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