“I’m not a dude, little wolf.” Holding both hands out, I shrugged, the backpack moving with me. “Everything is a dude in my world, just with minor tone changes. You’re a dude, Angel’s a dude, Simone is a dude. When I stub my toe it’s a fucking hell, dude. All dudes.” At this point, I’d used the word so much, it now sounded weird. “I-I don’t…” Angel was at a loss for words, while Shadow just shook his head.
