A Taste of Freedom (Vamp/Were SemiLit/ Lit +)

Keith shrugged, definately unusual behaviour. He sighed, letting the man tie the rope around him, though it took a lot of willpower not to snap at his hand. He sighed, feeling the gentle tug, and trotted along after him. Hopefully Charlie could come up with a good enough story for his massive dog, instead of stammering out and making them look suspicious. He sighed, they needed to get into town and get out, that was all. Some food would be good, at least for him, but he could always hunt later, as he had finished off the rotting meat in the fridge. He kept close to Charlie, trying to keep up the illusion of a well trained, if slightly ratty dog. His tail wagged for a moment, just at the sheer pleasure of seeing the sun. He hadn't seen the sun in five years, he had been caught five years ago, and in the cages, light had been artifical for the vampires, as they could not survive sunlight.

Charlie glanced down at the werewolf just as he wagged his tail. He smiled a bit before looking ahead again. He had found a few small shops, a clothing store, a child's store, a jewelry store, and a small food stand. He stopped them there, they could probably find the things they needed here. He checked his pocket quickly, he only had his credit card with him. "Damnit," he muttered quickly. They would have to pay but they could be tracked there. Maybe he could take out a lot of cash at an ATM or something and throw away the card. That was his best bet. He glanced around for a moment spotting one nearby. He then said to the werewolf, "I'm going to leave you here for a bit." He tied the rope to a light pole, for show again, before walking over to the ATM. He withdrew 30,000 dollars cash. It was the most amount that they would let him withdraw. He stuffed the bills in his pockets quickly, also breaking the credit card in half and tossing it in a nearby wastebasket. He first went to the clothing store. He would have to guess on sizes for the werewolf, but he was hoping he'd be right from what he had remembered. He got the man a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, socks, shoes, and underwear. For himself he bought just a t-shirt, hoping to blend in better. He quickly left that store to the child's shop. He figured that would have a brush, and sure enough he found one. It was plastic, but it would have to do. He then made his way to the small food shop, buying himself a bottled water and bread, and the werewolf a bottled water for later and a strip of steak. He had made his round trip in about twenty minutes, not too bad. He walked out of the last shop with three bags in hand and went back over to the werewolf. He untied the rope quickly and said, "I think we're set."

Keith nodded his head, sitting quietly by a lamp post, his tail curled around his leg. People avoided him, keeping his head down, careful not to look at anyone. He glanced up, overly relieved when Charlie came back. He isntantly caught the smell of the steak and began nosing the bag egearly, gods he was starving. He sighed, settling down a bit, though his tail was wagging continually and he was trying not to yip in excitment. When in this form, he had very wolf like emotions, and tended to behave as just that, a wolf. He was human enough to keep himself in somewhat of control, but some things tended to slip. He nudged the bag again, trying to get at the steak, acting exactly as a hungry animal wood. He couldn't quiet reach, and was trying to behave enough by not ripping the plastic into shreds, because then Charlie would have to carry it. He wagged his tail, trotting along side Charlie, looking around the streets anxiously. He continued to scent the air, making sure no one familiar was close. He continued to wag his tail, tounge lolling out as he enjoyed fresh air and sunlight.

Antonio had reached town by this point. Vera trotted smoothly at his side, her head bowed, following the trail. They been following the old one, up until the fresher one had come up, he'd figured as much. The scientist probably wanted to keep on the move, and it wasn't much effort to stuff the vampire in a garbage bag load him on the wolf, then keep going. That was his theory anyway. His second was the fact that even if the vampire wasn't there, wherever he was, he wasn't leaving until sunset, he had time to track him down if need be. It was more important to catch the guys that could run away at anytime. As the scientist had declared, there was two ways he could deal with this. He could be aggressive, or persuasive. The scientist would be easy enough, and if he got the scientist, he would for sure get the vampire. The wolf he was guessing would have to be slaughtered, or have it's legs broken, something along those lines. They paid him more for living victims. He heard Vera growl and stopped to look at her curiously, "what?"
The hard blue eyes looked up at him, and a small triangle ear flicked forward. Vera was a hunter, she always had been, he'd talked to her before her dosage, when she'd been 'human'. She was downwind, following a scent that came right to her, and leaving none behind for the other wolf to catch. Their pace quickened instantly.
Antonio's free hand readied to grab his silencer, the first shot was nonexplosive, what he called a warning shot. It was that sort of 'drop your weapons if you want' to live sort of deal. Silver could be fatal to werewolves if left untreated, it acted as a poison when it entered their blood stream,it stopped their heart under four days of infection. It was a good way to slow a wolf down, and even better to catch them. The more they moved, the quicker the poison spread after all.
Antonio's steps were agile, swift, and well practiced at a first glance. Vera was his match, with each movement the poetry of her muscular inner workings was revealed, they both moved in time with one another, both swift. It was upon seeing Charlie that they ducked into an alley however. Antonio kneeled, held Vera's large face in his hands and muttered, "do not touch the scientist, we want him alive. Go for the werewolf's legs, tr not to kill him of you can." He kissed the top pf her head gently in appreciation as she nodded in understanding, then let her leash be unbound from her neck. He pulled his gun, and waited.

Vera's movements were like lightening, two bounds and she met Keith square in the back. The force caused his rope to snap, and instantly teeth were gripping tightly at his neck, not breaking skin however. The scent she recognized from her past, but her emotions to her past life were dead, she merely knew who he was, and had no care for his life any longer. Her hind legs rooted to the ground front paws gripping his massive shoulders, she held on.

Keith let out a loud, painfilled snarl as he was grabbed by another wolf. Frantic he tried to dislodge her, but in his weakened form she was a lot stronger. The female wolf's scent filled his nose and he bit back a yelp of suprise as he realized he knew her. Snapping his jaw he sudden shifted, rolling onto his back, managing to dislodge her. Scrambling to his feet he assesed the female wolf, Vera. In the pack she had been beneath him in the hierarchy, but she had always been a deadly hunter, and he knew he was in trouble. His body ached, and he let out a warning growl, watching her with weary eyes. He knew her, that was what pained him, but he couldn 't let his emotions get in the way of this, if he did, he'd be dead, or severly hobbled. He knew what she'd go far, they didn't want him dead, she'd attack his legs, the tendons specifically and then drag him back to the lab. His tail came up, warningly, his sharp fangs revealed by his pulled up lips. He was larger then her, but she was in shape, healthy. He hoped Charlie knew enough not to lead them back to the vampires, he could hold them, the scientist could run, and hopefully the vamps would survive. This thought in mind, he crouched, readying himself for whatever attack was going to come. His dark eyes studied Vera cautiously, though his look was intense, warning her that he wouldn't go down easily.

Just as Charlie was about to give in on giving the werewolf the steak, another wolf pounced and attacked. He should have calculated this! He watched as the rope snapped, their fake leash for him. He had jumped back almost immediately, not wanting to get into this. He dropped the bag watching the two fight momentarily. He could tell that the werewolf he freed knew the hunter werewolf still, he could see it in his eyes. He wasn't sure what to do, he couldn't just jump in or anything. He then said rather quickly, "Watch your legs," to the wolf. He thought it would probably be obvious, but he never knew. What he began doing was looking for the hunter, he or she would have to be nearby if their werewolf was there.

Vera stood in still as stone confrontation with Keith as they locked eyes. Her memories of him were faint, and she knew her facts. In full strength, he was physically stronger than her, but he wasn't at his best, his fur was matted and falling apart, he was thin and weakened. She was confident she could deal with him. Her own tail was raised stiff in defense, her ears flat to her skull, and upper lip curled to reveal the mouth of jagged sharp teeth, large canines that drooped in a pale white knife-like way. Her eyes however, were one of the most menacing features on her, the cold stare had hardened to a sever boiling hate, a look in her eye that both intimidated and could kill itself. She tensed, then made the first move. Her actions were graceful and swift, dance-like, she lunged, twisted in the air landing behind Keith and attempting to latch on to one of his hind legs while barely even touching the ground with her front paw, her own hind legs still trailing behind her in midair at the devastating maneuver only a werewolf could ever hope to perfect in such a way.

Antonio left the wolves to do their thing, then walked rather boldly from the ally, making his was to Charlie. He pulled his gun, aimed it at the scientist and muttered, "if you want to live, I suggest you don't move. I'm on the A-okay to kill the lot of you if I must." He swiped brown hair from his eyes, fingers scraped his five o'clock shadow a moment, and continued his decent to Charlie with a smile that almost came across as a gloat that he was already triumphant.

Keith waited, it was hard, his entire body tense, he kept saying over and over in his head that it wasn't Vera anymore, it was just a mindless drone. He watched her, time stood still as she leapt, thankfully he knew the manuver and just as she were about to snap on his hind leg he pivoted, bunching his own muscles and going for her throat. It took every ounce of his strength, but he managed to push his way ontop of her, pinning the lighter female to the ground. He had her back, he needed her throat, needed to convince her to submit. He held her, wincing, gods, he growled, sharp canined dripping with saliva as he held the back of her neck. Hopefully the hunter would back off as he saw his partner threatened, and then him and Charlie could run for it. He could carry the human again, if he had to. He glanced at Antonio, growling warningly, still holding Vera by the nape, teeth pushing deeper and deeper into her, drawing some blood. He winced, he didn't want to hurt her, but if he had to, he would. His tail was raised warningly, and since he stood on top of her, he was using all his weight to keep the female pinned. She needed to submit, they needed to give up, then he and Charlie could go back to the house, by a roundabout route, wait for the vamps to wake up, and get the hell out of here.

Charlie lifted up his arms reluctantly. He then muttered, "Bloody hunter," before glancing at the werewolf. He was hoping that he would be alright, but he was also more concerned about his safety as well. He didn't want to get shot, it just wasn't on his to-do list. He just wished that he could talk to the wolf somehow, they needed a plan. He knew he wasn't going to give up where the vampires were, it would be better if at least two of them got away. He just felt like he was screwed that this moment. He shifted uncomfertably glancing at the gun that was now pointed at him.

The fight for who would be on top was vicious and prolonged, in was a mess of fang and claw, and even when Keith came out triumphant, pinning her light form to the ground she fought, she kicked, snarled, saliva drooled from her mouth at the sharp movement of her head as she tried to snap out at him again and again despite his hold on her. However, when his teeth flexed on her neck, and began to draw blood, her fighting attempts became the will to survive instead. Her thrashing doubled, and she cried out fearfully to Antonio, she needed him, his help, he had the gun, not her.

Antonio turned his head instantly at the cry, his eyes widened, and his reaction was immediate, a whip of his hand, an ear splitting bang, and the warning shot was fired straight into Keith's left shoulder, knocking the wolf off Vera instantly, and she remained still to the ground as he rushed to her side, feeling out her neck despite her growls, then his head whipped to glare cold fire at Charlie, then at the werewolf, he stood, a leg over each side of his Dark hound protectively as he watched them both with narrowed eyes. The next round that hit a victim would kill, and it seemed that was the way they wanted it, he was weary though, because Charlie's wolf was big enough to carry him off in a second, and without Vera, they'd get away...

Keith winced, snarling loudly as the bullet bit into his shoulder, jerking back, he turned towards Charlie, seeing what Antonio had in a second. Bolting for the human, ignoring the pain in his shoulde, he barrled into the man, flipping him onto his back and disappearing into the woods. He was panting heavily, and he needed to find a stream, lose the scent, and that way they could make it back to the house and then they'd be safe. Using his nose, he scented the ground, greatfully finding a stream which he crashed into, heedless of getting Charlie wet. He traveled through the stream for awhile, making sure hus scent was basically untraceable, before hauling himself out and making a beeline for the house. Checking around before he bolted inside, he dumped Charlie from his back and collapsed on the floor whimpering. The bullet was still stuck in his shoulder, and it hurt a lot. He was panting heavily, more of his fur was falling out from the stress and the fight, and he was still whining loudly.

Antonio shot another round at the werewolf as he took off with Charlie on his back. Dam it. They were gone, Vera laying under him, ears pressed flat looking up at him with worried eyes. He sighed in irritation, then stepped to the side of her, examined her wound again, kissed her cheek and muttered, "you're fine, get up you baby. We still have work to do." He re-attached her leash, and she was off again after the scent in seconds. Tail between her legs at her failure, she'd make it up to him, she wouldn't slow him down again... Her tracking was swift, up until she came to the river, in which Antonio threw down his gun and spat irritation, "Dam it!!" Vera shrunk back at his anger, though it wasn't her fault Keith had retreated into the stream.
Antonio was pissed, through the wolf had been infected with the silver bullet, he had a bloody scientist with him, he could be helped. Unless the scientist didn't know how to treat the wound. Pulling out the bullet wasn't enough, not with silver in the blood stream. Keith would need a special shot the Lab made, most scientists knew how to make it, he could only pray. If Charlie didn't know, Keith would die, and there would be no threat during the day, and that was all he needed to deal with vampires, and a brainiac.

Charlie had clutched on tightly as the wolf sprinted through the river. He was soaking wet, but he didn't care at this point. When the got back to the house, he locked the door, or as best as he could at least. He saw the wolf lying on the ground with the bullet still in him. He knew he'd have to take it out, and do something else. But he wasn't sure if he could remember how to do that exactly. He had just been an intern after all. He moved around quickly, trying to find supplies. He'd need some forceps for the bullet, a needle and string to stitch up the wound, and something to use to inject him with the anti-infection medicine. He had found some forceps, or tweasers, in a cabinet, and a needle nearby. He had ripped a part of his sleeve for some thread. He went over to the wolf, holding the wound open with one hand and holding the forceps in his other hand. He then said, "Try and hold still mate," as he had seen the bullet and was now reaching for it with the forceps. He was able to wedge it out fairly quickly, and he was hoping that it wouldn't hurt too badly. From there was fairly simple, just stitch up the wound. Once he had finished he stood back not knowing what to do now. He was freaking out, and when he freaked out he was more likely to spout unwanted facts rather than what people actually needed. He looked around once more, finding a blanket and tossing it towards the wolf. He then said, "I don't know if it'll be hard or not, but you're really gonna need to be human again." He needed help now with the rest of the treatment, he was forgetting.

Keith lay panting on the floor. He whined, it hurt a lot. He growled, looking at Charlie with pained eyes as he removed the bullet. It hurt, a lot, and he really was trying his best not to snap at the man. He knew he was only trying to help, but his instincts were telling him to guard the wound and keep the human away. He sighed, breathing a sigh of relief as Charlie finished removing the bullet, though when he asked him to shift back, that was a bit hard to swallow. It was nearly impossible to shift when injured, especially if the injury posed a fatal risk to his human form. He nodded, sucking in a breath and suddenly a tall, dark haired human lay on the floor. He panted, pulling the blanket around himself, making sure he was covered.
"Damn it" He groaned in a hoarse voice, his arm had blood pouring down it, and he could already feel the silver posioning in his blood, it burned. He clenched his fist for a moment, "Hurry up Doc, I can't hold this form for too long" He said wtih a drawn face. His emotions were going crazy, and it was taking a lot of self control to keep himself human. He continued to take deep breaths, leaning back against the chair, just trying to keep himself sane, calm.

Charlie sighed and said, "Is there any household items you can think of that would have the ingredients we need to cure you?" He couldn't think straight at all right now, and he was looking around for a syringe or something to inject the werewolf with once they could figure this out. He had looked at his stitching, it was fairly loose, but at least it was holding. He had found something in another drawer, this was the luckiest house for him to be in right now. He then said, "Did you know according to suicide statistics, Monday is the favored day for self-destruction." He shook his head and quickly added, "Sorry, sorry, I spout facts as a way of coping." He paced for a moment thinking of different things he could find in a house to use to help out the wolf. He was able to put together a couple of things, but he was missing a couple key ingredients still.

Keith was breathingly raggedly.
"You actually want me to help you?" He groaned, he doubted he could even stand right now, he was so exahusted, sore, and he really wanted to sleep.
"What do you still need?" He asked, wincing and looking around from where he was seated. He sighed, looking around tiredly, his eyes slipping shut tiredly. All he wanted to do was sleep, which was part of the silver poisioning, it wore werewolves out, basically putting them into a sleep theyy didn't wake up from. The silver could be in his system for up to four days before he died, but he figured his weakened body was reacting harsher then normal to the silver posioning. He dragged his eyes open, watching the man rush about, sprouting something about monday's.
"Mhm" He mumbled, rubbing his eyes with hsi good hand.

"Just keep talking to me, we need to keep you awake mate," Charlie said rushing about still. He sprinted up the stairs nearby finding more cabinets. He was only missing one ingredient now. He ran back down the stairs placeing the items he had found on the counter. He knew where the last ingredient would be, in the electrical room of the basement. He knew the house was frightfully old, but should still be there. He opened the door cautiously, making sure the sunlight didn't get in before shutting himself within the darkness. He couldn't see anything, maybe the shapes of objects. He slowly moved his way through, feeling around. He had found what he needed, and ripped it off, hearing the pipe begin to blow out. It was just air blowing through luckily, but he could take care of shutting the pipe up later. He was somehow able to slowly make it back up the stairs, and opened the door once more and shutting it behinf him once he was through. He rushed over to the counter, mixing the ingreidents in a bowl. He rinsed some water in it, to dissolve the ingredients quicker. He glanced over at the werewolf quickly, he didn't look in good shape at all. He sucked up some of the liquid in the syringe and ran over to the man. He then said, "I hope this works," before stabbing the syringe into the mans' arm near where the wound was. He pushed the liquid mixture in quickly, and pulled out the syringe as fast as he could. He luckily didn't make him bleed where he had injected. He stood back still tense hoping that it would work.

Keith very nearly laughed.
"I am talking, you're the one sprouting random and pointless facts" He grumbled, watching the man rush around. He sighed, damn it, if he ever met that hunter again he could count on losing an arm or a leg or something. He sighed, frowning and shaking his head, "By the way, my name's Keith" He said with a small smile. He realized he hadn't told anyone his name yet, though he knew everyone elses. He watched Charlie prepare the needle, it made him tense, considering that when he had been in the lab he had been poked and prodded all the time, his body still bore marks of those injuries. Like vampires, werewolves had rapid healing, but depending on the severity of the wound, they retained a mark or a scar. He shifted, sighing in relief as he felt the silver being burned from his system.
"It's working" He said with a relieved sigh. He looked at Charlie, shaking his head lightly.
"Did you manage to get that bag here?" He asked, it had food in it, that damn brush and clothes. He really couldn't wear a blanket around his waist for the rest of the day. Keith sighed, shaking his head and frowning, he could shift back he supposed, stay in that form until he got some clothes.

Charlie laughed with relief, "Im glad that worked out then." He paused and said, "Well nice to meet you Keith." He was glad he finally knew the man's name. He smiled before walking back over to the sink and washing off his hands. They still had a bit of blood on his hands, and now on his shirt. He sighed looking at himself, he looked like a wreck. He was soaking wet, one of his sleeves was torn up, and he had some blood on his stomach from helping out Keith. He shook it off when Keith had mentioned the bag. He then said, "I dropped it maybe a block from here. That bloody hunter caught me off guard." He paused thinking for a moment and said, "I'll go get it though. I'll be back in a minute." He needed to get on different clothes, they needed food, and Keith deffinately needed something different than a blanket. He walked out of the front door quickly, to make sure Keith didn't stop him. He knew he'd be fine if he ran there and back. The hunter's couldn't possibly pick his scent back up in a random spot away from where they probably lost them, could they? He shook off his nerves while beginning his run down the sidewalk to grab their things.

Antonio had paced by the stream for a good ten minutes or so, thinking of what to do. There was no scent to follow, though he'd sent Vera to try anyway, and currently she paced around the stream with her nose to the ground and tail still between her legs. What was he supposed to do now? They'd gotten away, there was no scent to follow... he doubted they'd leave hiding for the day now. Soo...book a hotel room in the area? They weren't going anywhere today with those vampires hidden somewhere, he had all day to sniff them out. "Give it up Vera," he grumbled to his companion. She flattened her ears, but did as she was told, returning to his side and allowing him to attach her leash to her leather collar. He began the trech back to the city with her trotting at his side, making his way to a near by hotel and slipping on a dark pair of sunglasses, going to the counter.
"No dogs," the man muttered bluntly.
"She's my work dog, I'm blind," Antonio lied.
The man made a face, the muttered, "fine." Probably due to the spaced out way Antonio stared at him from beyond the glasses. He wasn't stupid, he knew exactly how to get his hound into places she wasn't supposed to be. The blind man trick was always a winner.
He paid the guy at the counter, made his way up to the instructed room, and pulled off his sunglasses, staring out the window with narrowed eyes as he scanned the town. He'd find them, he would...

Keith sighed, watching the human go. He wasn't to worried, Vera was a good tracker, but not good enough to find him after all the stunts he had pulled. Plus, anyone who knew vampiers would know there was no way they'd willingly stay in a house like this, which was why he thought Sara had basically lost it. He frowned, not sure what to make of the female vampire, he'd ask Charlie when he got back. He looked up as Charlie came in, his unnatural senses catching the scent of the steak, he was so hungry he didn't even bother with the idea of cooking it. He looked at Charlie, smiling at him, "Thanks Doc" He said, standing up, towel wrapped around his waist as he grabbed the bag.
"If I shift back, do you mind brushing out my fur?" He asked, smiling lightly. He really, really needed to get his fur healthy.

Charlie ran until he reached people. He didn't want to look too suspicious. He already had blood on his clothes, and his hair was still drying off. He glanced around quickly, spotting the bag right where he had thought he left it. He was surprised that it was still there, usually people stole things rather quickly. He jogged over to it and picked it up. A lady walking by glanced at him weirdly and he smiled. He quickly said, "Bicycle accident." The woman nodded and continued to walk. He checked inside the bag quickly, everything was still there. He walked back at a quick, steady pace, until he was alone again. He picked his pace back up to a run. He came in through the front door quickly, locking it behind him. He was slightly out of breath and saw Keith. He smiled saying, "I can't believe it was still there." He took out the clothes for the two of them, and the brush. He had left the food in the bag however.

Vera watched Antonio scan the horizon, he could become so determined. He hated to lose, and that was his biggest downfall. He wouldn't stop, no matter how close to death he came, he'd die trying. It was admirable to her and she'd been partnered with him because of her own calm to tame his fire. The cold in her eyes still burned, she too wanted to find the escaped wolf. Humiliation still burned under her fur for him getting the better of her, even in his weaker state. She just needed to be more cautious next time. She'd underestimated him, it wouldn't happen again. She refused to slow her partner down. What had Keith called her again? A drone. She was no drone, she could take orders and she could refuse them. She couldn't change into a girl anymore, she was almost completely wolf, besides the heightened intellect. She watched Antonio shift in his seat, pull out a piece of jerky and throw it her way, she both caught it in midair, and woffed it down.
"I don't blame you're failure today Vera," he muttered to her calmly, eyes still fixed on the window. "I should have just killed the wolf. He's bigger than you, stronger even when he's weak..." the sharp snarl from his hound cut him off as he looked at her, lip curled teeth bared at him. He chuckled, "not going down that easy, huh? Fine, you deal with him. I'll shoot the vampire down, and bring the scientist back with us."

"I'm gonna shift back, I need you to deal with my fur, plus it's easier to eat raw meat in my wolf form" Keith said, shifting a bit, before suddenly, a large werewolf lay, panting on the ground. He looked at the human, walking over and dragging the bag of the counter, ripping it apart, he managed to get the meat, digging into the steak with gusto. He was so hungry, it was freaking ridiculous, he couldn't believe it. Sighing, he wolfed it down, probably a lot faster then he should have. Looking pointedly at Charie, he stretched out on the floor, waiting, expectantly for the man to begin brushing out his incredibly matted fur. At the lab there was no care over the wolves coats, or teeth or anything, and since they didn't have access to one another, public grooming was impossible. At the lab, Keith had spent most of his time in his wolf form, forced almost, by the scientiest, it was easier to feed a wolf then a human, and most of the testing was done on the wolf form.

Charlie watched Keith as he changed back quickly. He himself took out the bread and water bottle eating it quickly. It was only a roll, and he had been parched. He had finished quickly and watched Keith go lay on the floor. "Here we go," he said to himself picking up the brush and beginning on the fur. It was going to take a long time to get his fur back. After ten minutes he had only been about just below Keith's neck. He then began talking again, "So what do you think will happen if we get caught? I mean, do you think they'd kill us or just lock us up and throw away the sodding key?" He knew that Keith couldn't answer for the moment, but he was still worried, hadn't slept in a while, and wasn't sure of his future. This was the first time in his life he didn't actually know or be able to guess what was going to happen next. He was half way down Keith's back now. "Did you know that the international telephone dialing code for Antarctica is 672?" he said beginning to get nervous again. He the muttered, "Sorry," before continuing to brush. He was just at about the tail now, and there was fur everywhere, but the wolf form of Keith was beginning to look much better. "I must say, you do look much better," he said standing up done now. "And if you don't mind, I'm putting on some better clothes." He grabbed his new t-shirt and pants before looking for a WC or something.