Theo bares his fangs again. He grips Xander's hand harder, and his claws come out, scratching Xander
Theo: NOT. A. FREAK.
Xander: it's a joke. take a joke. gosh.
Theo lets go of Xander's hand. He wipes at the blood coming down his face
Theo: Need...help...
Xander: with?
Theo shakes his head, like he's struggling to find the right words
Theo: Must...get...away...bad...
Xander: come with me.First you need better clothes.
Theo cocks his head. He doesn't know like half the words Xander just said
Xander@ *he pulls some clothes out og his bag* here wear these/
Theo:...o...k...
He starts taking his shirt off
he changes
Theo:...Good?
Xander: yeah. Now come.
