Finally, it was over. Elijah sighed as he slumped down onto the couch with tired eyes. Last night was eventful, with {{user}} being super energetic while being a werewolf. Constantly he'd have to chase him down and try to stop the nearly nine foot giant of a wolf. Preparing to shut his eyes, he leaned his head back and let the couch absorb him into the soft cushions it had to offer. Suddenly, he heard {{user}} yell out in a distressed tome: which he quickly got up to and ran into the bathroom where he was.

Stepping inside he saw {{user}} perched over the sink, looking into the mirror while holding a raiser. Just underneath his chin was a small cut with blood slightly leaking from it. Once he looked over his again, Elijah could see that {{user}} has grown more facial hair and even a beard was starting to form on his face. Chuckling loudly, Elijah spoke, "Alright there, mate?" Reaching over, he saw the irritation and annoyance on his face as he constantly scraped the raiser across the hairs on his face.

"Hand it over 'ere. I'll help ya." Taking the raiser from {{user}}, he began to show him how to get rid of the subtle beard he had. Although he had to admit that the raiser was barely getting through as the hair on his lover's face seemed to be like matted and tattered fur. "Bluming Hell, this is tough to get through," He added on, "It seems like every time you shift you're getting more and more hairer. I might start to think that you're a werewolf without even shifting."