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[No video because Tybalt is very much tired of looking human right now and doesn't want to bother with his illusions. That was embarrassing]

Does anyone else want to pretend the last week never happened?

[Short and to the point. He really, really wants to forget the last few days ever happened.]

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Oh, lovely.

[So much sarcasm]

So memory adjustments and forced physical changes are the norm here. I almost wish for the disappearing cat and nonsense rhymes of the book.

Seems to be the charm of the place.

I just remembered I fucking hate Wonderland.

[Looks as though he's being tortured for killing one of the Tweedles before he arrived here. He never connected the dots until this last event. It all made sense and pissed him off to no end.]

Wasn't my favorite story either.

[He makes a noise, mildly annoyed]

How often does this sort of thing happen?

Since I've been here I've been given a family I never knew, forced to change into my original form, and now a teenager... I'd say every two weeks give or take a day.

I'm getting really tired of this.

--original form?

[What]

Long fucking story.

Ever heard of the Big Bad Wolf?

Guilty.

[Long, long pause]

Come again? What do you mean, guilty?

I mean that's me. I'm the Wolf.

The Wolf. Terror of Little Red Riding Hood and the Three Little Pigs.

That Wolf.

Not to mention Peter and the Wolf and the Boy Who Cried Wolf.

If there's a Wolf in the story, that was me.

Yes. That Wolf.

[He makes a small "uh-huh" noise.]

But you look human.

Another long story.

There was a dagger that could turn humans into wolves. It does the opposite when it cuts a wolf. It's like a glamour only I can control it and I don't need a witch to renew the spell.

And I imagine the loss of magic two weeks ago took that away.

Yes.

I was out in the woods so that's why most people didn't see me.

Did you not remember your humanity? Why not just stay in your room?

Oh, it wasn't about remembering who I was. My "humanity" didn't have anything to do with it.

I"m just fucking huge and I didn't want anyone to run into an 8-foot tall Wolf suck in the middle of the hallway for three days.

[He pauses]

Fair enough. What floor are you on?

[Ninth?]

Second floor.

Why, did you want to come visit?

Not necessarily. I just keep smelling what might be dog of some sort on my floor. Not to imply that you smell, of course.

[Bigby snorts a little at that.]

Trust me, if you lived down wind from me you'd smell stale cigarette smoke, not wet dog.

[Mildly amused:]

That's not much better. Both are offensive to a sensitive nose.

Actually, smoke is best for an oversensitive nose. Keeps all the other smells from getting in.

Assuming you can handle the smell of burning tobacco, paper, and tar so close to your nose at all. Honestly, I'd rather just get used to it and learn to ignore it.

Have you actually smelled people?

The sourness of sweat, the iron of blood, and the flavor of what they're feeling just oozes out of every pore. One person I can handle but mash all of that together and I have a massive headache that only a cigarette can cure.

Get enough of them together, they all smell the same I'd imagine.

[Carefully tacking on bits that make it sound as if he doesn't know this for himself. His nose isn't that sensitive; he almost feels sorry for Bigby]