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Intriguing…

...Is it?

That seems to be the general state of the world lately.

It's just going to be a long night for me, I'm afraid. Not a lot of sleep.

Christ, there’s a club forming. Don’t know about you, but I massed texted contacts telling them if anyone fucks me over so I don’t get like a century of sleep in the following days, they better have bail money ready for when I commit murder.

[ Micah blinks, speechless for a minute or two over someone answering what he hasn't really said. He compulsively checks to see that his ever-present sunglasses are still there covering his eyes: they are, his yellow-green eyes still hidden. ]

I...what?

That’s not good. Something on your mind?

...You could say that, yeah. Sort of a medical condition. Makes it hard to rest some nights.

[ Usually that's nonspecific enough that people don't pry much; he knows, in theory, that there are more shifters here in the city, but he hasn't met any not in his pard yet, and he's still nervous. Shoot-on-sight laws are never great. ]

What? I'm doing back to back night shift. I'm in the, going to need sleep club, because otherwise I'm going to be a cranky fucker if I don't get it.

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Oh. Oh, night shift. [ Working at night. Right. He really was very out of practice with talking to people who didn't already know what he was. Once he realized the mistake his foot stopped twitching--like the human version of a swishing cat's tail, it broadcast his mood better than mot anything else. ]

Lucky me, I usually do fine, it's just some...health things to deal with. [ Because that's what being a wereleopard gets you. ] They just keep me up some nights and I'm always tired after it's done.

Okay, that’s figured out then. But lucky you, it’s only some nights.

[ Micah snorts dryly at that. ] You try having your skeleton rearrange itself a dozen times a year and see how you feel the rest of the nights.

Any other day, I'd have questions. But nope, I just want a normal conversation about shit that isn't weird. Just once. Maybe twice would be nice.

Don't worry about it. Like I said, health problems.

[ He slicks a hand over his hair, clubbed back at his nape, a gesture of trying to find a better conversation. ] Where would you recommend for a place to eat? For someone new in town. We're still getting everything set up in the kitchen.

Hell if I know, I’ve been using room service at hotel lost souls. And it’s been fucking questionable at best to call it food. Kinda also depends on your bank account. I dunno, maybe Gargiulo’s in Brooklyn.

I'm from Colorado, man. I have no idea how to spell that name.

[ He doesn't sound like Colorado; he sounds fairly neutral, a sign of having moved around quite a lot. He also looks like he might have had his nose broken several times and never reset, which is odd in a face otherwise fairly delicate. ] You should come eat with us sometime. Big family living together, we always make too much.

Phone search will pull it up. And Naw, I'm good, I'm discovering lately I'm getting a fucking low tolerance level for crowded, loud, places. Thanks for the offer though.

There's only six of us, it's not that crowded. But I understand.

I'm Micah.

Still too much, one is about my limit. And, I'm Jasper.

Nice to meet you, Jasper. [ He nods his head, not really thinking about the gesture; it exposes a very distinct feature of his for a moment. Namely, the fact that he has leopard eyes. Not just green--literal cat eyes, as if they'd been transplanted into an otherwise human face. ]

What to do you here?