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]

[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?