1x1 Alpha*

[Erebaras]

Winter took the packets and spoons. She poured the packets and stirred quietly. She was concerned about Morag for the millionth time. She handed him the first one she finished then just held her's,trying to warm up with it.

"OCD much?" Kris asked, having watched him impatiently.

[Alpha*]

"You know why I need to be." James answers, hinting to his going undercover. "Dont want to leave a mess for the landlord." he is busy putting the bullets in the mag. When that is done he finnishes getting ready, bag in one hand, basket in the other... and everything else inbetween. Finally, "Ready?"

He takes a sip, to humor her, and then begins reading again.

[Erebaras]

Kris nodded. Reasonable. "I've been ready for 12 hours." he answered.

Winter either forgot about the hot cocoa or didn't want it because she didn't drink it as he read.

[Alpha*]

Mor forces himself to take another sip, trying to hide his pain and fear - continuing to speak. "Drinks gonna get cold. " he teases when the story is ended.

"Yeah sorry, needed some sleep 39 hours does that too you." another yawn. "You comming? I gotta lock the door." James murmmers.

[Erebaras]

Winter looked at him with a curious look then down at the drink in her hands. "Oops..." she mumbled and took a sip of it.

Kris walked out of the detective's home. "Sounds almost like you need more." he said.

[Alpha*]

James locks the door, slips the keys into his pocket and then starts walking. "This case." is all he says in explaination. He leads the way out.

Morag offers a smile, "Why so curious?" he asks softly.

[Erebaras]

Kris followed as calmly as he could. He looked around, trying to find something to take his mind from wandering back to Winter.

Winter held up the drink slightly. "I momentarily forgot about it." she said, offering a guilty smile.

[Alpha*]

Setting the bag and basket in the back, he gets into the front after extracting two sprites. Placing them in the cup holders, he starts the engine, blowing on his fingers to warn them as he scrapes the snow off his windows.

"Ah." Morag murmmers, smiling. "Another story?" he offers, glad that for the moment he doesnt feel like coughing.

[Erebaras]

Kris climbed into the truck and stared out the window.

"Why not? Not much else to do..." Winter said, sipping more of her drink.

[Alpha*]

Morag nods, "Story two." he murmmers, "Once there was a poor couple..."

"Dont be so worried. We'll find them....i promise." James says as they hit the road, "Two stops- gas and the troopers." he says, buckling. Then off they go. He stops for gas first, true to his word.