”You and E?!” Kara gasped with a pleased grin on her face. ”No ****! You sly dog! Good for you! Even a Uratha needs to get their rocks off now and again, y’know?” The Cahalith slugged Michael in the shoulder good-naturedly, before turning her gaze back to the tabs of acid in her hand.

”I was thinking about it.” She muttered softly. ”The factory works fine, but you don’t need to babysit if you’d rather go help the rest of the Pack. I don’t know you’ll be able to…like…do much to help? And…I mean…what kinda trouble could a werewolf on an acid trip get into?”

A whole lot, in all likelihood.

Spoiler: OOC
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I’m okay to have Kara take it now, but I figured I’d check in first to make sure this is an appropriate time story-wise for you, Mr. Storyteller.