Ink 20 #22/Story 10: A masterchef's breakfast (121) (Patreon)
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I rubbed my eyes and took a quick look around. The claw marks, the broken furniture, all the hair… and the drool. Guess our anniversary really did just so happen to be full moon, Would you look at that, my tail is still out too. How quaint, haha.
Quaint…. ha...
…Quain-
Oh crud. Oh no!
PLEASE NO! DID I ACTUALLY TURN ON MY FIRST BOYFRIEND?!!
That’s definitely the smell of meat I picked up and Drysh’s scent is all over the freaking apartment. And all that blood and skin on the sheets sure as hell ain’t mine!
I was beginning to freak out. N-no… How could’ve I have been so careless?! I only I- if only my phone battery didn’t croak, I wouldn’t have missed that full moon alert-
Stupid. Stupid! STUPID! STUPID!!!
I was so distraught; I couldn’t think straight. I’m usually in control when I transform but shit that’s right- the full moon. I can’t let them know about this, or else I’d never hear the end of it! I -I need to find his body- or what left of it-
“If it isn’t the self-proclaimed Ms. Beast-under-the-sheets herself.
You weren’t waking up so I was just going to drop that on the bed shelf but you’re wide awake. So, it saves me the trouble.”
I jumped and grabbed onto my tail as quickly as possible. Okay! Great he’s alive! Now for the next biggest problem: Did he see ANY of this!? He laid down the tray next to me as I contorted my body sideways in an attempt to hide my uhm less than human features under the bed sheets.
“Oh man last night was just the strangest.
A big ass dog just barged in and ransacked the entire apartment. Can you believe that? Never thought I’d see the day something hairier than you would enter the apartment. Funny how that work, uh?”
He’s always teased me for my hairy legs (and hairy everything else).But really, his openness with my weirdness is what makes him so… so… Calling it endearing wouldn’t do it justice, really. It just makes him, well, him. I let out a sigh of relief as enough time has passed for my tail to tuck in, with it resulting with even more hair flaking on the bed.
I chuckled and called him out for being the Goober he is, saying that we can figure all this out later.He’s an idiot- but he’s my idiot.
And as he smiled at me, I was hoping that nothing will ever change that.Although an eerie feeling was creeping up my spine.
Has he… ever been able to sneak up on me before?