[A part of him wants to chase them off for good, but mostly Tucker's just Tired. Instead of toward the twins, he shuffles toward his discarded hoodie and kind of noses his way into it. It's big enough that he can practically crawl inside, so that when he shifts back it's just, like, a dress.
It helps that he sits up, tucks his knees to his chest, and wraps himself up in it like a burrito.]
Does that answer your stupid question?
[He crosses his arms in the giant sleeves. The effect is, frankly, ridiculous.]
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It helps that he sits up, tucks his knees to his chest, and wraps himself up in it like a burrito.]
Does that answer your stupid question?
[He crosses his arms in the giant sleeves. The effect is, frankly, ridiculous.]
'N I'm not a werewolf.