02 | Video | For Those Who Think Sanguis

[anotheroldfashioned]

[Don is newly not furry but he's also looking annoyed and angry. His normally pristine features are grim. He's human - back to his handsome self but his hair hangs over his features and he's aggressively smoking a cigarette.]

So apparently I spend Sanguis as a bear thing. I know there's another fucking moon coming and I don't know what else is going to happen.

For the people who end up furry, you what - shave? And How do you handle clothing. Somebody ought to write a fucking book on this and let me publish it.

[He exhales smoke before taking another long drag on cigarette.]

And I'm not normally this open about this kind of thing but I need to moonlace. Bad. I'll buy you dinner and drinks. Or owe you in this case.

[He mutters something like takes all of the fun out of this before he sighs, leaning back and trying to relax.]

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[anotheroldfashioned]

[Concern is not a foreign topic but he chuckles at that - unintentionally sounding dismissive perhaps but then he stares at his own monitor with a frown.]

So paradise space planet's got some problems.

[That means making and keeping friends. He's not sure what she means by crystallize. but it doesn't sound good. In fact it sounds like whatever the hell was going on in that port city. He remembered reading about that as he continues to watch her move.]

I really do appreciate it Doc. Doctor Ziegler. Angela. Which do you prefer?

[cadeuces]

( It doesn't seem dismissive to her; it's not a fun truth to hear, and she sees him glancing down at his wrist. )

A few, yes. How is yours looking?

( It means exactly what it sounds like; she certainly speaks of it casually enough to not sound as though a couple weeks of holing up and suddenly you're the next Michelangelo through a kaleidoscope, but that's about the gist of it. Yay! Pasta's done. She'll gesture for him to bring over the dishes— he pulled one out for her too? sweet— and dishes nearly all of it into his plate. She already ate, but she'll accompany him for five or six bites with a modest little bit.

When he reaches for a name, her nose crinkles with her smile as she turns the stove off and hands him his plate, nodding back to his living room. )

Eventually everyone just calls me Angie. I'm not much for titles outside of workplace emergencies where it would be necessary to answer to "doctor". So really, whatever feels comfortable for you.

[anotheroldfashioned]

It's hard not to lean into Doc. But, I'll call you Angie too if you're okay with that.

[Because - it's so weird to have women have that title and it might be easier to just start with that because Bugs Bunny does and Bugs Bunny is...well.

Accepting the pasta he tries it - and his smile is genuine.]

This is delicious. This has been...just what I needed.

[Pause] Because it's bad enough I turn into a bear, turning into a giant ...diamond is unacceptable.

[He's been 2 different kind of animals. Some kind of crystal is not out of the realm of possibility.]

[cadeuces]

Some of my friends still call me "Doc", too. I answer to just about everything if I can figure out I'm being addressed. I'm quite easy.

( Jesse was the worst offender for that, and sometimes Gabriel, teasing her. But mostly she was just "Angie". Eventually she'll realize there's a 110-year gap between them and the implications that come with that, but for now... he's just a man who's ended up here, same as anyone else, and he likes her pasta.

That's a good enough start, she thinks. Especially since she's only just started learning here, with quite strict (and blind) teachers. (Somehow both of them.) She is Swiss; she has high standards. )

I'm very glad it suits. Anyway, you won't be turning into a giant diamond on my watch; I can assure you that much. If it makes you feel any better, I used to be a deer. I had spots and everything. Now I'm... a canine and sheep mix, best I can figure. I'm sure no one ever imagines needing a brush for their tail.

[anotheroldfashioned]

[A brush for their tail.

Don stares and thinks before he has more pasta.] This is...really really good.

[He smiles and then looks away. Betty's pasta was terrible. She made good ham though, great steak and...

He shoves it down.]

...I've got to look up bears so I don't rip apart my furniture or clothes. I heard people can actually fully become animals and I don't want to wake up looking like a giant rock.

[He stares down at his fork. He's always relied on his looks, and to be a weird scaled snake bear is...a change. He'll adapt. He doesn't have a choice.]

Dog and sheep? Like a sheepdog?

[cadeuces]

( It was a Christmas gift! From someone who had a big bushy tail well before coming here... Can't go wrong with that sort of recommendation, right?

But the information gets to be a bit much, and he instead turns back to pasta primavera before him, roasted cherry tomatoes and fresh mushrooms and squash in the cream sauce, bell peppers adding color, an unfortunate amount of onion, but who can go wrong? Besides, she's Swiss. Dairy is a must. To the praise, she just grins from beside him and helps herself to a seat on his sofa, one long leg crossing over the other as she gets comfortable and begins to eat, herself. )

I think most people who end up with claws just file them down; it's what I do, anyway. I'd never risk hurting someone. But yes, it's rather rare for anyone to become wholly animal, but not unheard of.

( None of them have much choice. When he asks after her traits, however, she shakes her head with another flash of her teeth in a smile and sets about poking at her device. The projection pops up and she navigates to a Prismagram app, and shows him a photo. )

No, just— fluffier, with a long tail. Sometimes the horns, sometimes regular canid ears. When I first arrived, though— ( She scrolls down through selfies with some friends along the way, and he'll see the occasional glimpse of traits changing. This one's a bit saucy, but it was the early days. Everyone had been documenting changes, and she needed pictures of her spots. ) —Iris. It usually stays quite consistent for me.

[anotheroldfashioned]

[Oh gosh she's cute.

Well it's a lot more then the appearance and it's not the animal stuff (right? right?) but he's smiling to himself.]

It's never not going to be amazing to me that people can take pictures with their phone. They have to be developed in my...on my world.

[cadeuces]

( Well, she does try— Iris was a whole different animal (hah) and it shows in her demeanor in the photos. But he seems to look over them attentively, and she gives him the time to take in the details, even if it means staring at her panties instead of her spots.

If she minded, she wouldn't have taken the picture. )

It's quite something, isn't it? Convenience will always be the way of the future. I prefer to call it "in my when", really. It's a bit easier to swallow, don't you think?