<div style="text-align: justify;">While Nanook was getting finished with his kill, Marissa stayed where she was, sitting on her hind legs and waiting patiently for him to get done. Once he was done and returned to her side, Marissa repaid the favor he had previously done by licking the blood off of Nanook’s muzzle. She retreated once he started the reverse transformation, though, watching as he changed back into his usual form.<br/><br/>She listened as he said that they had to get back. That surely made sense, and the back of the club was discreet enough of a place for them to be at, at least if they entered through the back door.<br/><br/>It seemed like Nanook wouldn’t be following her, though, and so Marissa nodded and moved back to the place she had previously been at. Lucky for her, Marissa knew every nook and cranny in the club, and could slip from the back to the small room she used to change and sometimes sleep in there without being seen.<br/><br/>She would only give Nanook one last look before running back to the one nearby place where she knew she would be safe.<br/><br/>Changing back to her human form was strange for Marissa, and quite uncomfortable. Part of her discomfort probably stemmed from the fact that she wasn’t entirely herself at the time of the first change, and only now was she going through the full process of the shift.<br/><br/>Whatever the reason, changing back had been pretty painful this time around, and Marissa had gone straight to bed after getting back to her normal shape. Being too tired to go home, she crashed in her small room at the club that night and went home in the morning, wearing a change of clothes she kept in there for the very possible event of someone spilling their drink on her or something of the sort.<br/><br/>Despite an urge to meet up with Nanook, Marissa dropped by at her home and took the time for a longer shower and washing her hair, before finally contacting him. She felt like seeing him, but felt that calling first would be better. She would wait for him to answer and make a direct invitation.<br/><br/>“Hey”, the greeting would sound, cheerful as her voice usually was. “I was wondering if you wouldn’t want to drop by or meet me somewhere for a bite?”, she suggested, waiting for him to choose which of the choices would be the best one.</div>