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"writing": "[b][u][center]Everyone’s Home for the Holidays\nFor Harute11\nBy Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nDanny rolled himself out of his car, the Dalmatian shuffling along as exhaustion hung heavily over his head. It wasn’t enough that he’d just spent the last five days out of the house at a convention, but also enjoying – and slightly enduring – the rapid shifting-around from one identity to another while he was there. He still hadn’t quite sorted that out, and the rubber Dalmatian felt almost itchy as he walked through the front door. \n\nThe last five hours driving hadn’t helped, either. He felt like he was going to fall over if he didn’t get some time to himself soon that didn’t involve doing anything. He rested one hand on the door, taking a few deep breaths – \n\n“Welcome home,” a well-loved voice called from further in, followed by a chuckle. “Oh, dear. You had a hard drive, didn’t you?”\n\nDanny looked up. Halo leaned on the kitchen table, only a few feet away. The golden-backed jackal smirked. \n\n“What?” Danny muttered. “Sorry, I’m a little out of it.”\n\n“Yeah, I can tell. You’re still Gem.”\n\n“…Huh?”\n\n“How long have you been wearing the suit?”\n\n“…Suit?” \n\nHe looked down at his hands. The pink Shiba Inu suit instead of the dalmatian spot marks flickered in front of his vision, and he groaned under his breath. \n\n“Oh, god…”\n\n“…Hon?”\n\n“Since I woke up this morning. I haven’t taken it off yet.”\n\n“Oh, boy. Come on, let’s get you upstairs and out of that for now.”\n\nNodding, the Dalmatian leaned on his boyfriend – well, technically Blake’s boyfriend as well as theirs, but – ugh, complicated. \n\nNevertheless, he let himself be led up from the kitchen, away from the smell of roasting food, to the stairs just around the corner. He was able to go from leaning on Halo to leaning on the railing, but he still had to be dragged along to avoid stopping and sagging over the side of the steps. Halo shook his head. \n\n“Jesus. How did you get home like this?”\n\n“I – we didn’t think it was that bad until we got out of the car. Momentum, I guess?”\n\n“Well, however you did it, you’re getting out of that thing and sitting down for a little while. I’ll get Ptolemy and Cancer to help while you recover.”\n\n“[i]The suits were causing interference, or we would have told you to rest,[/i]” Ptolemy ‘said’ in the back of his mind. “[i]I would have thought you would know better than that.[/i]”\n\n“[i]Hmmph. Not good. Need to make sure that he doesn’t have anything wrong with him before he conks out,[/i]” Cancer added, the ‘guard dog’ of the group huffing. \n\n“I’m fine,” Danny muttered. \n\n“Uh-huh. And your name is…”\n\n“…Okay, maybe I should get some rest.”\n\n“That’s what I thought,” Halo said. “You’re lucky I met you at the door and not an early guest or something. Talking to yourself doesn’t always go over well with people that don’t know you.”\n\n“I was just at a convention; you don’t have to tell me that twice.”\n\nThey reached the top of the stairs and rounded the corner. Two doors down and they were at his bedroom. Halo helped him to the bed, setting him down at the foot of it. He wobbled until the jackal rested his hand on his shoulder. \n\n“You need a hand out of that thing?”\n\n“No, I – I got it. Just…need a second to clear my head and focus.” Danny smiled. “Thanks.”\n\n“No problem, hon. You just get some rest, and whenever you’re ready, come on down.” \n\n“[i]I shall help until he’s ready.[/i]”\n\nThe voice was both audible and in-head, as it always was when they were close enough. Danny shook his head as he looked at the rubber bunny; he knew that there was an android under the rubber flesh, but most people would never see more than someone wearing a rabbit costume. It was well done, too, and sealed off any of the ‘non-organic’ bits away from anyone that might be bothered with them. Ptolemy was very efficient about that; anyone that already knew didn’t need to see it, and anyone that didn’t know didn’t have the right to see everything. \n\n“[i]Me too. Can’t be working by yourself,[/i]” Cancer said, stepping out of the closet. \n\n“[i]You merely want to enjoy helping out.[/i]”\n\n“[i]…It’s Christmas. Is that bad?[/i]”\n\n“[i]No.[/i]”\n\n“[i]Good. Then I’m helping,[/i]” the rubber wolf said, nodding once for emphasis. \n\n“Thanks. Don’t worry about me, I’ll be down in a bit,” he said, waving at them. “Just give me a little bit to get Danny off.”\n\nThey nodded. Ptolemy turned with his mechanical precision toward the door, barely keeping himself out of the uncanny valley as he moved, while Cancer leaned over the Dalmatian for a moment, giving him a few sniffs. \n\n“[i]There’s more than one suit in there,[/i]” Cancer said. “[i]Why?[/i]”\n\n“Mmph…Some friends like playing with different people,” Danny said, rubbing his head. \n\n“[i]But that was a while ago.[/i]”\n\n“I guess I was in more of a hurry than I thought.”\n\n“[i]Then get outta there. You need a break.[/i]”\n\nThe rubber wolf clicked his jaws – not the first time he’d been grumpy enough to do that – only to hurry out of the room. Cancer called after Ptolemy, telling him to wait to start until the wolf was there. \n\nDanny smiled despite himself. It was always something else coming home and being reunited with more of his parts. They hadn’t come to the convention with him, after all, and that meant that they hadn’t been there for all the fun, the hypnosis, the bonding time with others, and – \n\nHe groaned as another faint wave of dizziness rolled over him. Right, he should – he should do something about that, get himself some of the care that he needed. \n\nDanny reached for the back of his neck, rubbing against the rubber until he found what he was looking for. It was almost like a zipper, but it was one that was buried slightly inside of the suit itself. Not completely, but enough for it to be – well, a bit of effort to reach for it. Helped keep the suit itself fitting close, keeping everything else in it and – \n\nZzzzzzzzzip.\n\nAlmost as soon as he pulled it down, the pressure on him started easing off. Gem was the first of the suits he was wearing, but even just one layer sliding away from his head, one voice sliding out of his skull, was better than nothing. \n\nDanny sighed as he slowly worked his head back, letting the ‘head’ of the suit slide off of him the way that someone might have slid their rump off a plug. There was even a similar sucking sound as his own head came free of it; the muzzle of the other dog slid away, falling forward, the suit falling away from him as he wiggled his arms out of the sleeves. The happy, bouncy, toy-like persona that Gem had was already out of his skull, something that he’d almost forgotten was there and – \n\nAnd he wasn’t even close to done. He stared down at his arms as the pink suit rested against his lap, narrowing his eyes at the shark-skin suit with blue stripes. \n\n“…No wonder I feel so off…”\n\nHe’d not just worn one suit, but several. Layering them was never a [i]great[/i] idea, but doing it for so long was hardly doing him any favors. He could feel Diz in the back of his head, too, the shark’s playful smirk and slightly swishy behavior trying to influence him again. \n\nDanny shook his head; he didn’t have the mental energy for that. He reached behind his head and started pulling on the next zipper, working it down and slowly turning down the dial for Diz’s mental voice at the same time. \n\nThe shark suit was even tighter than the Shiba Inu one, and he had to literally peel it off of his face as he worked the zipper down and the suit loose. As he worked his finders between the layer of latex and the Dalmatian under it, he kept having to be careful to wiggle it loose. In several places, the latex felt like it had almost bonded to his skin, trying to hold on, trying to stay close. \n\n[i]Later…later…[/i]\n\nYet, there was something almost too satisfying about peeling the layers off. That sense of sucking release as the latex let him go was so good, like the satisfaction of peeling off sunburnt skin or watching as burnt layers peeled away from a pepper off the grill. Yes, it was awkward and just a little more difficult than it should be, but there was a real sense of satisfaction as it peeled away. \n\nFinally, he was able to peel Diz’s head off of his own, and he huffed in relief as it finally came loose. He let the head fall forward, resting against his chest, and he stared at himself in the mirror. A spotty dog looked back, one with floppy ears and black hair, and for a moment, Danny smiled and nodded to himself. That was the right one…\n\nExcept that it wasn’t. \n\n[i]…Danny came home, but Blake needs to come out.[/i]\n\nThe Dalmatian’s smile sagged a bit, but it wasn’t a [i]bad[/i] thing. After all, there were more than enough voices and people in the Danny suit to keep it moving. It was more alive than Gem and Diz were; they needed someone to wear them to keep them mobile and active. But it was still an outer layer, while the inner part was…\n\nWell, still inside. \n\nAnd tired. \n\nSo tired. \n\nDanny sighed, slowly reaching out with arms that weren’t quite in control of the one wearing the suit. \n\n“Come on. You need to come out.”\n\n“[i]I know. I just…gimme a minute.[/i]”\n\n“You’re going to keep saying that. We both know it.”\n\n“[i]Mmmph.[/i]”\n\n“One good go, and then you can lie down.”\n\n“[i]Fine.[/i]”\n\nDanny and the one within him reached up and pulled at the back of the final zipper. This one didn’t come down so much as it went in a little bit, touching the head of the globe of rubber deep inside. Danny pushed, and Blake groaned as a bulge started to form in the middle of the suit’s chest. \n\n“Come on. Out.”\n\n“[i]Mmmmph…[/i]”\n\n“It’s the only way to get better.”\n\n“[i]I know. I know.[/i]”\n\nA little push afterward, and Blake started to move on his own. It was a slow, steady process, one that involved the Diz suit and Danny both stretching around the gradually growing bulge in the front. The shark flesh and the Dalmatian chest, barely visible, soon deformed around the growing shape sliding forward. It was a painless thing, barely even sensed as a bit of pressure, and it was so familiar that there was nothing particularly noteworthy about it. \n\nBut it still had to happen. \n\nA little bit of pressure here, a little bit of pressure there, and the suits turned from dry to damp. Something faintly tan started to show itself, globby and messy. Danny gave another little nudge, then Blake pushed himself forward. \n\n#\n\nThunk. \n\nBlake hit the floor with a groan, though the sound was more of a bubbling sort of thing than anything else. The Danny suit was already getting up – probably easier with his tired lump right in the middle of it – but he wasn’t in the mood to get on his feet just yet. For that matter, he kind of needed to form feet before he could get on them. \n\nHe was aware – very aware, rather than watching or listening – of Danny moving around, peeling off the suits the rest of the way, and hanging Gem and Diz in the closet. They’d be fine in there, resting and airing out after being worn for so long. He almost wished that he could be hung up in there; would be rather nice after being buried so far down in the identity line. Wearing Danny and being surrounded by all the other identities in the Dalmatian was heavy enough, but being buried in Diz, and then Gem, and then all the hypnosis that he had gone through at the convention – \n\nGod, why had he gone through with that? He was exhausted now, and he was probably going to be exhausted for the next few days while he sorted himself out and remembered everything about who Blake was. \n\n[i]Fox. \n\nMostly male – sometimes. \n\nMated to Halo. \n\nNot as tall as Danny.[/i]\n\nThe checklist was already rattling through his head, building up the image of who Blake was and what he was interested in. It was always the first thing that he had to do after leaving the suits, because if he didn’t – \n\n[i]Shark – Dalmatian – no, fox. Fox.[/i]\n\nBecause if he didn’t, all the time in the suits started impressing their identity and desires onto his memory, and that meant having to be deprogrammed and reminded of who he was by an outside source, and [i]that[/i] was just unfair. He couldn’t put Halo through that while they were still getting ready for Christmas and all that. \n\nSo, as Danny wandered out of the room, going down to the kitchen to help Ptolemy and Cancer decorate, he kept going down the list. \n\n[i]Bookish. \n\nCenter personality. \n\nFocused. \n\nAwkward. \n\nLoved.[/i]\n\nHe was slowly coming together, and the more that he made himself remember, the more that the other pieces started coming back to him. Yes, he was a him, but also intersex. He-him pronouns, both bits, and – \n\nHe started to rise up, legs forming under his gooey body. The rubber was firming up, too, allowing him to stand with ease as the rest of his blobby self started to take shape. It was definitely a process, but one that was speeding up. \n\n[i]Slender. \n\nAverage strength. \n\nWell-studied. \n\nLoving.[/i]\n\nAnd as he kept pulling himself together, he felt able to reach out, to touch himself. He ran his hands up his chest as it started to take shape, then along his hips. Clothes. They started to appear, too, forming out of his gooey self, becoming part of him just as much as his hands, and paws, and tail, and –\n\nHead. Yes, head would be good. \n\nHis ears grew out, forming and molding into the familiar shape that was growing ever more clear in his mind’s eye. The more that he created himself, the more that he was able to remember. One memory led to another, and that led to more pictures, more images, more feelings of himself. \n\nSoon, he was as whole as he could be. He looked down at himself, took in the view of his tight shirt, tighter pants, and – \n\n“There you are.”\n\nHe looked up. Halo leaned against the doorway, the golden-backed jackal smiling at him with a raised eyebrow. \n\n“All the way with us?”\n\n“As close as I’m going to get, I think.”\n\n“Well, that’s great. The guests are on their way, and I was thinking that you and I could share a cup of hot chocolate or something before they get here.”\n\n“You don’t need any help?”\n\n“Ptolemy and the others are handling it,” Halo said, pushing away from the doorway and walking over to Blake, taking the fox’s hand. “I just want you right now. I mean, you were only away at the convention for a little while, but…I missed you.”\n\n“…I missed you, too.”\n\n“Heh. While you were you, at least.”\n\n“Come on. That’s not fair.” \n\n“I know.” Halo smiled, patting his cheek. “Come on. Let’s get that chocolate, eh?”\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]\n\nSummary: A system comes home to their boyfriend and realizes how layered they’ve become. \n\nTags: M/solo, No Onscreen Sex, Nudity, Suits, Rubber Suits, Various Personalities, Domesticity, Reformation,\n",
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Everyone’s Home for the Holidays For Harute11 By Draconicon
Danny rolled himself out of his car, the Dalmatian shuffling along as exhaustion hung heavily over his head. It wasn’t enough that he’d just spent the last five days out of the house at a convention, but also enjoying – and slightly enduring – the rapid shifting-around from one identity to another while he was there. He still hadn’t quite sorted that out, and the rubber Dalmatian felt almost itchy as he walked through the front door.
The last five hours driving hadn’t helped, either. He felt like he was going to fall over if he didn’t get some time to himself soon that didn’t involve doing anything. He rested one hand on the door, taking a few deep breaths –
“Welcome home,” a well-loved voice called from further in, followed by a chuckle. “Oh, dear. You had a hard drive, didn’t you?”
Danny looked up. Halo leaned on the kitchen table, only a few feet away. The golden-backed jackal smirked.
“What?” Danny muttered. “Sorry, I’m a little out of it.”
“Yeah, I can tell. You’re still Gem.”
“…Huh?”
“How long have you been wearing the suit?”
“…Suit?”
He looked down at his hands. The pink Shiba Inu suit instead of the dalmatian spot marks flickered in front of his vision, and he groaned under his breath.
“Oh, god…”
“…Hon?”
“Since I woke up this morning. I haven’t taken it off yet.”
“Oh, boy. Come on, let’s get you upstairs and out of that for now.”
Nodding, the Dalmatian leaned on his boyfriend – well, technically Blake’s boyfriend as well as theirs, but – ugh, complicated.
Nevertheless, he let himself be led up from the kitchen, away from the smell of roasting food, to the stairs just around the corner. He was able to go from leaning on Halo to leaning on the railing, but he still had to be dragged along to avoid stopping and sagging over the side of the steps. Halo shook his head.
“Jesus. How did you get home like this?”
“I – we didn’t think it was that bad until we got out of the car. Momentum, I guess?”
“Well, however you did it, you’re getting out of that thing and sitting down for a little while. I’ll get Ptolemy and Cancer to help while you recover.”
“The suits were causing interference, or we would have told you to rest,” Ptolemy ‘said’ in the back of his mind. “I would have thought you would know better than that.”
“Hmmph. Not good. Need to make sure that he doesn’t have anything wrong with him before he conks out,” Cancer added, the ‘guard dog’ of the group huffing.
“I’m fine,” Danny muttered.
“Uh-huh. And your name is…”
“…Okay, maybe I should get some rest.”
“That’s what I thought,” Halo said. “You’re lucky I met you at the door and not an early guest or something. Talking to yourself doesn’t always go over well with people that don’t know you.”
“I was just at a convention; you don’t have to tell me that twice.”
They reached the top of the stairs and rounded the corner. Two doors down and they were at his bedroom. Halo helped him to the bed, setting him down at the foot of it. He wobbled until the jackal rested his hand on his shoulder.
“You need a hand out of that thing?”
“No, I – I got it. Just…need a second to clear my head and focus.” Danny smiled. “Thanks.”
“No problem, hon. You just get some rest, and whenever you’re ready, come on down.”
“I shall help until he’s ready.”
The voice was both audible and in-head, as it always was when they were close enough. Danny shook his head as he looked at the rubber bunny; he knew that there was an android under the rubber flesh, but most people would never see more than someone wearing a rabbit costume. It was well done, too, and sealed off any of the ‘non-organic’ bits away from anyone that might be bothered with them. Ptolemy was very efficient about that; anyone that already knew didn’t need to see it, and anyone that didn’t know didn’t have the right to see everything.
“Me too. Can’t be working by yourself,” Cancer said, stepping out of the closet.
“You merely want to enjoy helping out.”
“…It’s Christmas. Is that bad?”
“No.”
“Good. Then I’m helping,” the rubber wolf said, nodding once for emphasis.
“Thanks. Don’t worry about me, I’ll be down in a bit,” he said, waving at them. “Just give me a little bit to get Danny off.”
They nodded. Ptolemy turned with his mechanical precision toward the door, barely keeping himself out of the uncanny valley as he moved, while Cancer leaned over the Dalmatian for a moment, giving him a few sniffs.
“There’s more than one suit in there,” Cancer said. “Why?”
“Mmph…Some friends like playing with different people,” Danny said, rubbing his head.
“But that was a while ago.”
“I guess I was in more of a hurry than I thought.”
“Then get outta there. You need a break.”
The rubber wolf clicked his jaws – not the first time he’d been grumpy enough to do that – only to hurry out of the room. Cancer called after Ptolemy, telling him to wait to start until the wolf was there.
Danny smiled despite himself. It was always something else coming home and being reunited with more of his parts. They hadn’t come to the convention with him, after all, and that meant that they hadn’t been there for all the fun, the hypnosis, the bonding time with others, and –
He groaned as another faint wave of dizziness rolled over him. Right, he should – he should do something about that, get himself some of the care that he needed.
Danny reached for the back of his neck, rubbing against the rubber until he found what he was looking for. It was almost like a zipper, but it was one that was buried slightly inside of the suit itself. Not completely, but enough for it to be – well, a bit of effort to reach for it. Helped keep the suit itself fitting close, keeping everything else in it and –
Zzzzzzzzzip.
Almost as soon as he pulled it down, the pressure on him started easing off. Gem was the first of the suits he was wearing, but even just one layer sliding away from his head, one voice sliding out of his skull, was better than nothing.
Danny sighed as he slowly worked his head back, letting the ‘head’ of the suit slide off of him the way that someone might have slid their rump off a plug. There was even a similar sucking sound as his own head came free of it; the muzzle of the other dog slid away, falling forward, the suit falling away from him as he wiggled his arms out of the sleeves. The happy, bouncy, toy-like persona that Gem had was already out of his skull, something that he’d almost forgotten was there and –
And he wasn’t even close to done. He stared down at his arms as the pink suit rested against his lap, narrowing his eyes at the shark-skin suit with blue stripes.
“…No wonder I feel so off…”
He’d not just worn one suit, but several. Layering them was never a great idea, but doing it for so long was hardly doing him any favors. He could feel Diz in the back of his head, too, the shark’s playful smirk and slightly swishy behavior trying to influence him again.
Danny shook his head; he didn’t have the mental energy for that. He reached behind his head and started pulling on the next zipper, working it down and slowly turning down the dial for Diz’s mental voice at the same time.
The shark suit was even tighter than the Shiba Inu one, and he had to literally peel it off of his face as he worked the zipper down and the suit loose. As he worked his finders between the layer of latex and the Dalmatian under it, he kept having to be careful to wiggle it loose. In several places, the latex felt like it had almost bonded to his skin, trying to hold on, trying to stay close.
Later…later…
Yet, there was something almost too satisfying about peeling the layers off. That sense of sucking release as the latex let him go was so good, like the satisfaction of peeling off sunburnt skin or watching as burnt layers peeled away from a pepper off the grill. Yes, it was awkward and just a little more difficult than it should be, but there was a real sense of satisfaction as it peeled away.
Finally, he was able to peel Diz’s head off of his own, and he huffed in relief as it finally came loose. He let the head fall forward, resting against his chest, and he stared at himself in the mirror. A spotty dog looked back, one with floppy ears and black hair, and for a moment, Danny smiled and nodded to himself. That was the right one…
Except that it wasn’t.
…Danny came home, but Blake needs to come out.
The Dalmatian’s smile sagged a bit, but it wasn’t a bad thing. After all, there were more than enough voices and people in the Danny suit to keep it moving. It was more alive than Gem and Diz were; they needed someone to wear them to keep them mobile and active. But it was still an outer layer, while the inner part was…
Well, still inside.
And tired.
So tired.
Danny sighed, slowly reaching out with arms that weren’t quite in control of the one wearing the suit.
“Come on. You need to come out.”
“I know. I just…gimme a minute.”
“You’re going to keep saying that. We both know it.”
“Mmmph.”
“One good go, and then you can lie down.”
“Fine.”
Danny and the one within him reached up and pulled at the back of the final zipper. This one didn’t come down so much as it went in a little bit, touching the head of the globe of rubber deep inside. Danny pushed, and Blake groaned as a bulge started to form in the middle of the suit’s chest.
“Come on. Out.”
“Mmmmph…”
“It’s the only way to get better.”
“I know. I know.”
A little push afterward, and Blake started to move on his own. It was a slow, steady process, one that involved the Diz suit and Danny both stretching around the gradually growing bulge in the front. The shark flesh and the Dalmatian chest, barely visible, soon deformed around the growing shape sliding forward. It was a painless thing, barely even sensed as a bit of pressure, and it was so familiar that there was nothing particularly noteworthy about it.
But it still had to happen.
A little bit of pressure here, a little bit of pressure there, and the suits turned from dry to damp. Something faintly tan started to show itself, globby and messy. Danny gave another little nudge, then Blake pushed himself forward.
#
Thunk.
Blake hit the floor with a groan, though the sound was more of a bubbling sort of thing than anything else. The Danny suit was already getting up – probably easier with his tired lump right in the middle of it – but he wasn’t in the mood to get on his feet just yet. For that matter, he kind of needed to form feet before he could get on them.
He was aware – very aware, rather than watching or listening – of Danny moving around, peeling off the suits the rest of the way, and hanging Gem and Diz in the closet. They’d be fine in there, resting and airing out after being worn for so long. He almost wished that he could be hung up in there; would be rather nice after being buried so far down in the identity line. Wearing Danny and being surrounded by all the other identities in the Dalmatian was heavy enough, but being buried in Diz, and then Gem, and then all the hypnosis that he had gone through at the convention –
God, why had he gone through with that? He was exhausted now, and he was probably going to be exhausted for the next few days while he sorted himself out and remembered everything about who Blake was.
Fox.
Mostly male – sometimes.
Mated to Halo.
Not as tall as Danny.
The checklist was already rattling through his head, building up the image of who Blake was and what he was interested in. It was always the first thing that he had to do after leaving the suits, because if he didn’t –
Shark – Dalmatian – no, fox. Fox.
Because if he didn’t, all the time in the suits started impressing their identity and desires onto his memory, and that meant having to be deprogrammed and reminded of who he was by an outside source, and that was just unfair. He couldn’t put Halo through that while they were still getting ready for Christmas and all that.
So, as Danny wandered out of the room, going down to the kitchen to help Ptolemy and Cancer decorate, he kept going down the list.
Bookish.
Center personality.
Focused.
Awkward.
Loved.
He was slowly coming together, and the more that he made himself remember, the more that the other pieces started coming back to him. Yes, he was a him, but also intersex. He-him pronouns, both bits, and –
He started to rise up, legs forming under his gooey body. The rubber was firming up, too, allowing him to stand with ease as the rest of his blobby self started to take shape. It was definitely a process, but one that was speeding up.
Slender.
Average strength.
Well-studied.
Loving.
And as he kept pulling himself together, he felt able to reach out, to touch himself. He ran his hands up his chest as it started to take shape, then along his hips. Clothes. They started to appear, too, forming out of his gooey self, becoming part of him just as much as his hands, and paws, and tail, and –
Head. Yes, head would be good.
His ears grew out, forming and molding into the familiar shape that was growing ever more clear in his mind’s eye. The more that he created himself, the more that he was able to remember. One memory led to another, and that led to more pictures, more images, more feelings of himself.
Soon, he was as whole as he could be. He looked down at himself, took in the view of his tight shirt, tighter pants, and –
“There you are.”
He looked up. Halo leaned against the doorway, the golden-backed jackal smiling at him with a raised eyebrow.
“All the way with us?”
“As close as I’m going to get, I think.”
“Well, that’s great. The guests are on their way, and I was thinking that you and I could share a cup of hot chocolate or something before they get here.”
“You don’t need any help?”
“Ptolemy and the others are handling it,” Halo said, pushing away from the doorway and walking over to Blake, taking the fox’s hand. “I just want you right now. I mean, you were only away at the convention for a little while, but…I missed you.”
“…I missed you, too.”
“Heh. While you were you, at least.”
“Come on. That’s not fair.”
“I know.” Halo smiled, patting his cheek. “Come on. Let’s get that chocolate, eh?”
The End
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