Fugue State

a state or period of loss of awareness of one's identity

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 Rhythm Is A Dancer, @Gus/Yukie
Sep 5 2017, 01:11 PM
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It was at roughly one in the afternoon when one Malcolm Lestrange reached for his very steaming hot cuppa coffee and by chance of a scattered attention dipped his fingers into the coffee, instead of wrapping them around it. Jerking his hand back in a given ouch, he hissed, and then glanced at his coffee.

“Hot damn, girl, is it just me or are you hot to see me. Ba dun tss.”

Then he rinsed his hand and went about his day.

The sad fact of today was that he actually forgot about his coffee. The bad, naughty girl she was, since naturally it was a she and just as naturally this she was naughty, it apparently wasn’t enough to garner his attention, and between patients and visions of blonde hair, pictured by his overactive imagination as fluttering in a breeze just strong enough to lift said hair, but not quite to whip it around like whatever the fuck was going on on Medusa’s head, giiiirl, get yourself a nice hairdresser, you can do better~

What was the point?

Despite how erotic, aka generally appeasing to his palate the coffee was, today, it wasn’t cutting it. Malcolm’s mind was with sweet, blue eyes and wispy, blonde hair, with the smile on her face, and the sun burning down on her, making her glow golden.

“Mal, are you listening?”

“Mhm?”

Malcolm looked up at his colleague, innocent in his face.

Said colleague frowned. “Are you okay?”

“Hmm?” Malcolm straightened in his seat, and smiled. He looked down briefly-- and covered the drawing he’d unknowingly doodled at the top of his notes; nobody needed to see soft feminine face that looked very much like the woman he'd just recently met. When he looked up again, there was mischief on his face.

“I’m juuuust fine~”

Several hours later, and once work was after, he was out on a date. A man-date, to be exact, his booty shaking it to the rhythm of RHYTHM IS A DANCER, IT’S A SOUL COMPANION, YOU CAN FEEL IT ANYWHERE--

“Lift your hands and voices, free your mind and join us, you can feel it in the air, oooooh, it's a passion~!”

Malcolm nodded his head vigorously as he sang, his earbuds plugged in and his mood merry. When he made his way to the cafe of their choice, he was still wearing a rather official looking, straight, and long jacket that he’d donned in hopes of beating the recent change in the weather. Damn, when was he going to remember that as a shifter, he actually reacted to heat a bit differently?

He was sweating up a storm but at least he entered his hot man-date as fuck with Gus sporting that lovely, lush, rosy shade to his cheeks like a lusty bitch~ He spotted Gus already waiting for him, and grinned. Then he pocketed his phone, tangled up the earphones that would have gotten all wickedly tangled up anyway, whatever, if you can’t defeat them and all then, and walked on to meet his friend.

Friend. A title they were still working on but if Malcolm was to be honest, it didn’t quite matter to him. Anyone who was a decent person was a friend candidate and if they didn’t prove their value, well, Malcolm didn’t see himself eating sundaes with them. Whatever, life was tough.

(More sundaes for him, yaaasss.)

But anyway.

Greeting Gus in a merry, “Hey”, he pulled up his chair, and shrugged his jacket off, the shirt underneath gorgeously blue and a perfect fit for his blue, bright eyes that were as pale as they were calm. “Been waiting for long?” he asked his friend, his teeth flashing in a grin, and he seated himself then, with a dramatic oomph! to pair with it like goddamn this fucking day, time to put the legs on the table, you know?

That, or like he’d taken a large, thick, twelve-inch big and veiny cock right up his--

“As of today, Annie is a happy member of a Pokemon Go club, and will be joining us riiiiight after we’ve wrapped up our homoerotic shenanigans and finally eloped as we’re meant to. J-K, but we’ll be tots meeting her later~ We have two hours, three if we want to push it, before I have to go pick her from her date with other ambitious seven-year-olds chasing pokemon and what not. You good with that?”

Flashing Gus a friendly grin, he asked again, though before that chuckling almost in embarrassment, as though any part of him actually cared how wonderfully fucking ridiculous he sounded, “Sorry, sorry, one of these days I’ll stop kidding you and I are hot gay sluts wanting to breed or however hot gay sluts actually do address each other aaaaand yes, I might have spent too much time on tumblr last night. The cat pictures spoooke to me~ and next thing I know I am browsing through the darkest parts of the interweeeebs… I might have absolutely not clicked away from all the gross and kept looking. Might have.” Chuckling once again, his expression was of charm and calm as he settled his chin into his hand, and jested once more in the infamous, tame drawl, Might have.” Fuck his tone. If there was a way to make that happen-- that dulcet shit be the shit, yo. Malcolm kept his focus on Gus, and asked, his tone a warm rumble, “How’re you? How was your day?”
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His fingers would tap against the table, ear bud in one side and his eyes staring out the window. If he were to make this story work, he’d need a good twist. Gus would huff his cheeks out, putting down his pen In the middle of his journal as his back met the chair and he slumped in it. Things weren’t completely out of the ordinary. That was a first, and it also sounded hella boring if you’d ask him to give an opinion. His long legs would stretch underneath the table, keeping out of everyone’s way. He half hoped that his friend would give him ideas. Or at least inspire something to make him think of an idea.

Hands would begin to pat on his chest, drumming to whatever song he was currently listening to. His mind would drift off and loose his sense of self and body as Gus fell to a slave of rhythm. Or at least he had until he was interrupted by his friend barging in and plopping right in front of him at the table. Gus flinched up to sit straight in his seat, blinking to clear his focus on the man smiling at him from across the plan of a table between them.

Rubbing his face, Gus would pull put his earbud and tuck away his ipod, “Jesus Christ, I wasn’t paying attention.” Malcolm would ramble at first. Talking about his daughter and a genuine smile lifted his face as Pokémon was mentioned. She reminded him of his sister, though she wasn’t that young, he still felt at time she was due to the sweet nature she had. Pokémon was a favorite pastime and to this day he proudly has all the games for Nintendo. Completed Pokédex and all. Some would call him a master, but those were just titles. Titles that he would so proudly bold in the face of ignorance!

“I’m up for that, I can play with her as well. I’m out to find that legendary Riku, I feel as if he’s haunting the city somewhere.” And he will find it. He vowed to. Gus would put a hand on his chest as if he was offended of his jokes. “well excuuuse me princess! I am only half a gay slut, thank you very much. Also to breed one of us needs a uterus…unless you’re secretly a diddo in which you can breed with any species that could come your way…You betrayed me!?” Odd looks would be turned over to the two men who were laughing. Gus didn’t mind at all. He’d go to put his journal away in his bag before resting back into his chair.

His head would shake “Nah, I haven’t been waiting long. If anything I forgot what time we even agreed to meet. Gus chuckled ruffling his hair a little to push it out of his face. “Just don’t google…you know what never mind I’m not going to say. Yeah, I’ve been good. Strangely enough, nothing different has happened since the last time. Library is the same, so if my life. You know the life of a human is short and boring. Today was good though. Short shift at work but I go back later to make sure it’s locked up properly. Same old for me though. How are you? You’re daughter doing alright? Does this boy she’s on a date with know the different be between Hoen and Kioto region? If he doesn’t dump his ass to the side of the road; I don’t care if he’s seven, Pokémon is no joke,”

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Sep 7 2017, 04:57 AM
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Nodding along at Gus’s words, Malcolm felt like a member of some conspiracy theory, catching ‘em pocket monsters and what-not, turning the corners, lurking at nights, basically powerful though severely undermined forces that could do so much more than given credit. But then he straightened in a gasp to come, his hand over his chest and his eyes wide. Oh, no, he prepared to say, “Oh, no”, he then said, shortly after followed up with, “What do you mean you’ve seen through my betrayal?” A mock frown followed, his hand moved off his chest to give Gus a mean finger waggle. “Now listen here, that was scripted for our hot man date number seventeen. We’ve not even banged as fuck yet so clearly I cannot stomp on your heart properly.” He batted his eyelashes, and then laughed.

Christ, he’d missed this. No matter how often he did this he still missed this. His job tended to get tiring, his days long and taxing, and by the end of them he certainly needed a good few hours to himself. Impossible, with Annie considered. Malcolm had no regrets. There was something fulfilling about being a father, twice so when his buttercup was a shifter too and would in some scant years shift herself too. He wanted her incorporated into a pack by then, and long adjusted to the pack dynamics even if she’d not be capable of feeling the pack bond herself until her first shift. Socializing, ladies ‘n’ gents, it was too important and often a skill left underdeveloped in many children.

He moved on from that.

Settling, he watched Gus push hair out of his face, which made him look sexy, and gaaaay, Malcolm’s mind screamed at him, that’s gaay you’re gaaay, so gayyyy and shush, he tutted himself mentally, imma suck some cock later ya dang demanding bitch. That quieted his thoughts on spot and Malcolm made a bit of a face, wanting to know, naturally, what he was not meant to google. For science. Duh. He wasn’t going to google it.

Duh.

Right.

He chuckled.

“She’s not on a date with a boy, Gus,” he chided, gently. “Bitch, my wee lass is a damn pimp already, she’s got her entire class with her.” He thumped his chest at that, literally, and thrust his chin up in a macho expression of pride that tickled him and made him smile. He beamed. With warmth and amusement, before ceasing that nonsense and sharply inhaling in pretend shock. He made the according concerned face as well. “Oh nooo, oh nooo, nah I don’t know, I’m no pokemon expert. I’m a Bee Geez expert, bro, you know that.” He flicked his hand-- “But she’s doing fine, honestly. She’s adjusted already, that smart girl. Me too. So between you and I and purely for the sake of science what’s the thing I’m not meant to google?”

The waitress arrived then, and merrily Malcolm ordered cola and cake. Sugar with more sugar and a side of sugar. Basically. But hot damn that slice o’ Sachertorte was looking like it needed a velvety caress… of his greedy fucking piehole, a-men. He grinned at Gus, waiting for the waitress to be on her way, thanked and all that, and then was folding his arms atop the table between them, leaning forward with genuine interest in his friend. “Anyway, the google thing. Go.”

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Gus’s lips would quiver in a whimper. “Don’t you dear say that. I wear my heart on my sleeve, you know that!” He’s take in a deep breath tugging his jacket to compose his upset heart for this surprisingly betrayal. Honestly how does he imagine they’ll fuck before date number thirteen? Really Gus pride himself of not fucking on the first date, because...awkward. Of course if he was in the mood and didn’t screw it up with who he was with it sometimes went over slightly better with less bruises from accidental trips. “Well you said hot man date number twenty two was going to be a romantic getaway in the Bahamas. How the fuck do you expect me to gain your trust after this?! You monster!”

He broke in a laugh, relaxing back into his chair. He sort of wished he was born a shifter. He couldn’t imagine being mauled now and having to readjust to everything that he did. Plus the hearing perk sounded pretty stellar. Though the smell…he could do without that. Gus listened to Malcom talk about his daughter, did all dads do that? It was sweet how much he cared. He highly doubted his parents gave a fuck about him while growing up. Having too much disappointment already in him, he’d be surprised if they cared if he died tomorrow. Or even cared the other shit he went through.

Not like they knew anyways.

A hand would scratch his cheek and chin as he still held the google information to himself. A head would shake before their waitress had arrived to take their order. Gus wouldn’t take his order so out there. He asked for water, chili cheese fries and a sandwich. Oddly, this would be the first thing he’d eat today. He just never made time in the morning and always forgot while doing work. He was still standing right? His body held onto his fat pretty well for eating maybe once…sometimes twice a day. He’d offer the woman a smile as she left to put in there order and he found his friend leaning over in curiosity.

Gus would slowly flatten his smile. Elbows would place themselves on the table, gently folding them down so his hands would claps together. He’d breathed calming; the information would be pretty heavy to endure. “Malcolm. I’m telling you this as a friend…nay more than that, a colleague, a partner, the sour cream to my fully loaded back potato. “ A pause would silence him. His eyes close dramatically before they would open to look the man in the eyes. “Some things aren’t meant to be shared, for the safety of human kind and the worlds. You’re welcome.”

Hands would suddenly clap to end the scene, his lips grinning as he refused to tell him anything now. His back would lean back into his chair comfortably. “So did we plan on what we’re doing? Or is Pokémon Go the plan for this sexy man date we got going on? You know I think they’re having a bomb fire tonight at the beach if you’re interesting in going. Heard they’re gonna have hotdogs and smores,” he remembered the man liked his sweets.
Sep 11 2017, 01:23 PM
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Mal cackled and tented his fingers. Tapping finger over finger in a perfect impersonation of your stock cartoon villain, he hissed, “Ahh yesss, my precious yesss, cry your bitter tears, the butthurt is what I eat~ That, and mac ‘n’ cheese,” was added, on a suddenly deadpan note, Mal flicking his hand to the side in a gesture very becoming of a regular conversation, “aaaand also pizza and coleslaw just obviously not together, because gross.” They did say don’t beat until you try it but bros, he be beating this shit to Hallelujah. Gross! But no, really, to each their own but don’t please combine coleslaw with pizza, it was as weird as mayo on pizza. Which he was obviously not guilt off.

Hahaha.

Ohgodno. Hashtag pray for his soul.

Whistling in appreciation at Gus’s order, Mal was basically this close to bowing to this lord of bad culinary decisions since hell to the fucking yeah son what an idea, let’s all just order chili fries all days long and then suffer in the bathrooms together. Nhnnn, Gus, can he just live vicariously through you? Let him touch the fries, friend, please~

The orders taken, their chatter filled their ears again, and Mal placed his hand to his chest, giving a stern, sole nod, before saying, “Yes, thank you. I mean I put mayo on my pizza the other day for shits and giggles so I’m pretty sure I’m still doomed but yes, thank you.” With another nod since, bless, having caring friends like that helped, Mal squinted one eye open at Gus and slyly said, “Ok, but what if I pay for your order? Will you tell me then?” Erupting in chuckles, Mal lifted his hands up and waved them in mock-surrender, his features smiling and merry until he could cheerfully confess, “I jest, I jest! A no is a no. But you sure can make a man curious.”

But in all honesty, or, you know, another case of honesty since we’re totally setting up a record here, some things were better not spoken and thus Mal gladly waved it off, and focused on Gus’s questions, leaning himself forward once more in interest in his friend while sporting that relaxed expression. “Nah, no bonfire for me, it’s a school week for Annie you know, and I always drive her to school. Load up on the smores for me brother, and then send me a filthy text describing how oozy good the chocolate was and how you totally did not burn your tongue.” He winked at him, and tutted, as though he could already see this bleak future in which Gus burned his tongue since lord knew this guy was very unlucky. In everything. Basically. Such a sweet soul though mind you. Too sweet for this world if Malcolm wanted to subscribe to that ridiculous notion. He didn’t and so--

“We wrap up here though and then rush to meet Annie and her group of pokemon hunters. I really need to brush up on my pokemon knowledge.” Rubbing his chin in thought, Mal mused, “I reaaally have not had the time to look it up much yet. When the pokemon craze was just hitting the world, I was admittedly wrapped up in other stuff. I could do with some lessons.” He grinned at Gus, warm. “Mind lending me a hand? I know it’s more right up your alley. You reaaally need to chat to Annie about it too while I learn what’s what.” He beamed at him, radiant in his expression. “She’s such a chatterbox. I mean, ignore her slipping into Spanish every now and then, I’ve been trying to make her stop doing that but she’s incorrigible.” And he sounded absolutely charmed by it. “My fault in a large part, mind you, we do talk a lot in Spanish. I guess I should stop doing that if I don’t want her to prattle in Spanish at people.” He chuckled-- and, obviously, he’d not be doing that. Oh, Malcolm.

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Pay for his order? His fingers would begin to scratch his chin yet again. That would save him some money. He wasn’t in dire need of it, but who could say no to free food? Nevertheless, he gave a shake of his head from side to side. He couldn’t do it. Some things aren’t meant to be said. Gus would grin happily at the man’s defeat. He’s shrug taking a small bow of his head. “Ah, but it is the true way of a writer. You know leaving this on a cliff hanger, letting the reader wonder in angst until the information is revealed. I simply couldn’t just tell you that would ruin it when you found out for yourself.”

A small frown would pull his lips, hearing the unfortunate news of his friend unable to attend. He’s slightly wave his hands in thought. It wouldn’t hurt to just stop by for one smore. Of course once you had one, you had to have more and soon become drunken horny slob on chocolate and gram crackers. It was good to let loose though, he needed it. “If I can coherently send you a message about my dirty dripping dream of sweet and salty I’ll do so. Maybe I can make one and wrap it in tin fold I’ll drop it by your place before going home.” Well, he couldn’t just want in, that would be rude.

Gus smiled at the offer, nodding as he couldn’t miss an opportunity to train a fellow Pokémon master for their future. It would be a shame for such talent to go to waste. The human would have a small salute with his hand. “I would be honored. I have books and every single game. I could teach you eeeverything and anything. I’m sure the elite four will be begging for mercy once I start teaching her.” He could help but enjoy he heard the man talk about his daughter. It sounded full of love and fondness of the little girl he had. Is that was it like to have a parent actually love you?

Well, he never seen his parents talk to him like they cared, but they did complain about what he lacked. He’s arms would lightly cross over his torso, tilting his head as he listened to his friend. “I’m sure it’ll be fine. I can speak in and out of Russian to play back. Then again that won’t get us anywhere.” The waitress would appear with their drinks first. Gus looking up, hand rubbing the back of his neck as he offered her a smile as she walked away. His hand would reach for his glass to take a drink.

“You know I’ve always thought of running a little Pokémon club at the library. Have a day where people can come and trade cars and play games together. My sister thought it was a cool idea, but I don’t know how open it could be. Don’t want adults roughing up with kids and hurting their feelings.” The last thing they needed was a thirty year old man making a eight year old cry about losing. His head rested on his hand, eyes slightly shifting to just start at the other windows, not focus on anything particular, but squint his eyes as if he did. “ Do you think the city would let me do that for the library?”
Sep 21 2017, 04:35 AM
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Mal made a cross sign over his chest, mock straightened his back, and cooed, “That I understand, my friend. Respect.” Why did he feel like he and Gus could set up a hip hop band and make it big? God, what would their band even be called? The Gases and Mules, he decided all of the sudden. It had a fine ring to it. Something that, if you were caught listening to while in high school, it got you stuffed in the toilet stall, head down. Amazing. Mal had always wanted to be an inspiration for low-key bullying. Also absolutely not but it sounded like some pretty wicked good experiment. Also, no.

Mal gave Gus thumbs up, literally, even if it looked just delightfully awkward mostly when coming from a man his size and his appearance, and he said, “Sounds about awesome. If you don't, I’ll assume you walked into the fire and are too embarrassed to admit it. Don’t walk into fires, Gus, if you want to burn I’ll hit you up with Carolina reaper. We can eat it together, Gus, we can do that. And cry bitter tears and vomit pain and oh god please actually turn me down, I don’t know what I’m saying.” With his hand to his chest and the look of plea, one half mock and the other serious, he sure as hell did. But seriously Gus, don’t walk into fires, that was a bit too difficult to fix even by doctors. Also, pain. A lot of pain.

Beaming, Mal felt his smile stretch quite broad and happy as Gus agreed with the pokemon, in fact saluting him, prompting Mal to mock seriously thump his chest and give a stern-like nod, and say, “I have no idea what you just said but it sounds like a plan.” The Elite Four? He didn’t even care. It sounded like a call to arms.

“You speak Russian?”

Shooting the waitress a distracted thank you, he almost didn’t notice their order arrive though full ignorance of his surroundings wasn’t anything his wolf permitted. Attuning him to the where, what and such, he smelled her and then heard her, the melody of her heartbeat, the faint scent of her sweat covered under perfumes and ground coffee. She had a sweetness to her he attributed to frequent handling of sweets, and wagered that if she handled chocolate cake next, she’d wear the innocent scent of it for a few moments. Mal reached for his drink, a nicely chilled cola he poured himself into his tall glass, craving a squeeze of lemon but obviously this wasn’t the establishment. His eyes were on Gus--

He chuckled.

“I’m afraid not, my friend. Child care is a difficult and delicate topic. But if you were sly about it and actually had someone with you who’s certified in child care, that would help.” Putting his hands together, he still encouraged Gus in a smile, “Look into it, brother. I think it’s a swell idea. And you know children definitely need adults who’ll encourage and understand their hobbies. So many parents nowadays don’t.” And wouldn’t he know that? “I’m uncertain about the legal aspect of it, but I can hook you up with some of my lawyer friends who’ll advise you how to go around it. You gotta make the dreams come true, my friend.” Mal beamed at Gus, warmly.

He grabbed the fork his cake had come with, already oozy-goozy and practically falling apart on his plate with the vanilla filling too soft and the chocolate ganache not properly set. It was a bit amateur mistake that the cake had not been chilled properly, but Mal loved his Boston cream pie too much to be fussed by it. He shot Gus a grin, and asked him, “Have you considered children of your own? They’re a delight. I know you don’t often give yourself due credit but I wonder if you wouldn’t do great as a father actually.” He settled his cheek into his hand. “Have you considered it? What do you think?”

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I give no such promises. My body has a mind of its own and if I walk into a fire….well so be it.” He knew his clumsiness was a problem. But it never got to the point where he actually died. So if anything he’ll just survive and life through the horror of living with a burned up face for the rest of time. Who to say he would even live pas forty? With his luck of the cards trusting the heart of them wouldn’t do him any good. The power of friendship also wasn’t an option he could turn to anyways.

Gus smiled and nodded. " Да, да. Я довольно классный язык, если вы спросите меня." His thumbs would both go up at his fluent accent he’d been working on. If he didn’t like numbers so much, he would go into more languages, could have been a translator if the fates decided into that. However his love of numbers and books took over that path ages ago. Maybe a translator would have been a better profession and his parents could have cared for him more. Well, it was too late to gain their approval, so he still trucked on his own path.

Their food would pile onto the table, Gus giving the woman a smile as she did and thanked her as she walked away. His first attack was on the fries. Taking a single one with a ratio of just enough cheese and chili, he’s grab a taste letting the meaty sauce slide down with the cheese as a common dominator. The question of children was then brought to his attention as he grabbed his sandwich for a first bit. Kids? Of his own? Like…his sperm? Was that even a good idea to begin with? He didn’t hate children, by far he really liked them.

But…children of his own??

Gus let the chewing help with his thinking. He didn’t hate the idea, but surely there were better parents out there. He could run a club and set up events for kids, but having one himself was a little less…likely. “Hmmf.. hm… sort of?” The man would let his mouth finish chewing his food before talking again. “I mean, I don’t knock out the possibility one day. I just…don’t know if I could handle it without being married. I can hardly take care of myself, let alone another living, breathing creature that’s birthed before me.” If there was a second person involved, he’d imagine it would be easier. Plus his apartment wasn’t meant for a child.

“I wouldn’t mind it.” Gus took a drink of his water before taking another bite, his mouth trying to put the food inside his cheek wanting to talk again. “I’d always wanted a pet to take care of, but I dunno if that’s possible for me. Maybe if I get a better place. I wouldn’t think any sort of little creature would want to deal with me… I might drop them. I could put bubble wrap everywhere…” That may not help a child if he dropped it from five feet in the air…

He heard they were durable but...not that much so.
Sep 29 2017, 06:40 AM
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Russian. Mal whistled. He had no idea what Gus had just said and frankly, he might have just been called a fucking nanny and clapped at Gus for it but, you know, you gotta live your life to the fullest… or whatever. Accepting flattery, accepting critique, head held up high and your ass fabulous~!

Anyway.

Mal had just about tucked into his perfect Boston cream pie when Gus decided to get hit by the full force of Mal’s words like they were a hefty black cock. If Mal were any cunning, he would have used it as an opportunity to steal Gus’s food; eyes focused elsewhere, mind short of short-circuiting, Gus was the perfect victim for the move, but Mal was too wrapped up in his own experience to bother, and instead let the lovely vanilla pastry cream spread out on his tongue as he devoured his sweet. Correction, as he ate it with surprising class and dignity. And while he did, he listened. It was a shame, almost, that Mal was in no part forceful. And so, hearing Gus’s explanation, he chuckled and voiced, “That actually makes sense, my friend”, afterwards necessarily pausing to rest his chin on his hand in this focused look at his partner like he wanted them confused for lovers.

Damn straight he did. Think of the awkward stories.

Softly, Mal chuckled.

Reaching out across them, he patted Gus’s hand with genuine care, and said, “Friend, I appreciate how honest you are with yourself, but I think you’re crossing the line to self-deprecation. I understand.” He smiled. Grinned, even, and talked, his tone charmingly mellow and witty, “You don’t trust yourself with child-care now and that, Gus, is a very, very hard thing to admit to yourself, let alone out loud around others. I think that’s very strong of you. So give yourself credit for that.”

Withdrawing his hand at that, his tone was perfectly easy and chatty as he conversed further on this, “Childcare is tough, pet-care is tough-- hell, self-care is tough, and the straightest way to bettering that is by saying it loud and really admitting it to yourself. Whatever you think of yourself, my friend, you can always get better.”

He lifted his hands up at that.

“Aaaaand that about wraps it up for shrinking you. I’m charging an ass and a hot, steamy, gay session with you per a session ow ow~ JK, I’m sorry for shrinking you. It’s a bad habit from work.” He waved it off, and grinned. And asked, “But I do welcome shutting up if I’ve crossed boundaries. Basically stuff my pie hole with food and I'm happy as a clam. So have I?”

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“But is self-deprecation if it’s all true statements though?” So Gus didn’t think highly of himself as a care taker. Sure he was there for friends to cry on. He would pat, their shoulders and do his best to give them what they needed. However, if they were to be sick and needed someone to take care of them…well they would better off be dead then to have him as a care taker. That’s how Gus felt like if he had children or pets. He would accidently neglect them by mistake and they’ll end up dead in his bed one morning and he’ll stand there and moan for the lost that he caused himself.

Well it was technically true.

There was a dramatic sigh at the payment of the shirking session. He was going over budget again. “Mal, my ass hasn’t healed from the last hot steamy gay session you required of me. My sister questioned my sanity for weeks after that.” Joke aside, Gus laughed as he reached for his sandwich. “I don’t mind, really, but we should probably eat before our food gets cold.” He didn’t have to say it twice. Food was devoured in minutes with the last banter to come with it during and after they finally paid.

Gus would sling his bag over his shoulder, and shove his hands in his pockets as he used his shoulder to open the door for his friend and hold it as they walked out. “That really hit the spot. Ugh, I could eat ten plates of those fries.”He loved food in general. Gus couldn’t pick a favorite, but when it was in front of him, he would devour it. Though he often forgot to eat during his normal regular hours.. so when he ate with friends he would eat a lot more. Maybe order a second helping if he was in the mood.

The human plot himself besides the shifter as they walked, keeping his hands in his pockets. He thought about pulling out his phone for classic pokemon Go gaming, but he felt lazy. The afternoon seemed rather nice out. The weather was still enduring even though fall and winter were just around the corner. There was thought about Christmas idea already. Of course he sort of hoped to see his family for Thanksgiving. At least…see his sister and maybe little brother, but he knew the younger brother of the family wouldn’t want to fucking see his face even if he paid him every penny he had to his name.

“SO, as the conversation goes along leeets talk about. I dunno, stuff.” He turned to the other man. “How’s the pack stuff going? I heard through the grape vine it was like… weird for a while. Did stuff calm down?” His face had been turned and his vision didn’t anticipate the cracks in the ground. His foot of course, getting caught and had his limps toppling over dramatically, but at least still stood with his arms out, as if to stop his fall. “God damn it,” Gus stood back straight looking at his feet.

“You know one of these days… I’m gonna not be clumsy, but that has as much chance as me getting a pet. Almost never gonna happen.”
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Mal could only laugh. “And isn’t that your self deprecation talking?”

Sure fucking was! Sure fucking was. But with that prompt Mal did dive into his cake, luscious, A+ as it was, and finished his coffee too and the interaction took them to the counter to pay for their order, leaving behind a nice tip for the low-wage worker that sure deserved more than whatever they were paying her. Christ, the food/retail industry nowadays. Was it ever good? Laughing as they exited, Mal joked, “A moment in your mouth, a forever on your ass. I think I’ve heard that before.” Not that he believed it, not with how he treated his french fries and coleslaw, son. Like they were gods.

Anyway.

Hands in his pockets, Mal’s reaction was easy-going as he fixed Gus with a faint, lopsided grin, about to reply when Gus almost fell which earned the man a soft, warm laugh. “Oh, Gus,” he crooned. “One of these days, one of these days.” Stretching his arm out, he curled his hand around Gus’s forearm, the protective side of him surging to the front of his eyes with a meek, tanned light, but it faded back, and Mal tamed the wolf’s want to protect. Down boy, down, he almost whispered, and his attentive look at his human friend eventually paled, and Mal faced forward, and replied, at least. Kindly, as well.

“About that. I’m seeing about joining a pack. I met this woman, right? We’re meeting tomorrow for a date.” He grinned at that. “She’s great, Gus. If I were any younger and believed in the one, I’d think it was her.” That earned his chuckle. Dismissing the thoughts, pink in his cheeks, he gusted with intentional theatrics and looked up at the skies, briefly, musing, “And the pack is okay from what I know. New alpha. I’ll see how it goes. Annie and I need a pack. And she’s a wee shifter, my lil nugget. I want her to be ready for her first shift when it comes. I want her to be in love with the world she’s very much a part of.” Warmly, Mal smiled. “So I’m very hopeful.”

And full of positive energy. Arms by his side, Mal was about to ask something when in the chorus of the street he recognized something decidedly off. Stopping, he slung out his arm across Gus’s midsection, prompting him to halt, and looked to the side, his gaze uncharacteristically serious. It was hard to pick up. But not impossible. Wordlessly, as though he had a scent track he was unable to resist, he walked where it was coming from, his hand curling around Gus’s front to unceremoniously drag him along-- he wasn’t conscious of this act. He’d apologize, later. But once they reached the mouth of the alley and some dumpsters by the backdoor to some Italian restaurant, waddling out from under the dumpster, a small, torn carton box next to it, came a kitten. Its ears were the biggest Mal had ever seen. Mal paused, and gently gasped.

“A kitten,” he assessed, smartly. And--

It looked like Gus.

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“One of these days...like never.” Fate had already decided on his path. He could never not be clumsy and he couldn’t handle a pet. He’s helplessly just followed along and listened to Mal talk about the pack. Actually first he mentioned a woman. A brow would lightly rise as Mal talked about her. What did he mean if ‘he believed in the one?’ Gus gave a small slide eye, his hands deepening in his pocket. “ I think you mean if you believed in ‘love at first sight’, which is a bunch of bull if you ask me.” Some people, mostly younger ones, would believe in that sort of thing. Romeo and Juliet was a famous story to look at, and even he thought that was stupid as well.

People died in that story…and it was all Romeo’s fault and for what?! A girl he thought that was pretty?

Tangent aside, he still smiled/ “She seems nice. I hope it goes well. Just don’t mention the gay sessions, it may turn her off….or on, so that’s a price you’ll have to make” Some woman liked that…I guess. Needless to say he just listening, smiling at the idea of a pack. It sounded fun. A group a people with a common goal and have a protection unit for friends and family to be one, it sometimes made him feel like he wanted to be a shifter just to try it. Truth be told, he would be a terrible anything if he was turned. Gus knew that already. He would have to stick with being human.

Who would not want a giant protection unit? It’s basically an army behind you.

Gus’s head would gently bob in agreement. “It sounds good. I hope it goes well. I’m sure it’ll all go perfectly. It’ll be good for the both of you. Just don’t show her the world that I’m a part of, that’ll scare her away.” Or traumatize her. Whatever came first. The human felt his body stopped as he ran into Mal’s arm that spread out and in front of him. He felt his brows furrowed at the sudden halt, “Mal…what ar- HEY!?” The tall human was now being suddenly dragged across the street by his companion. That wasn’t fair he was strong than him!

A gentle flail of arms would try to pry himself away, but ended up failing until they reached their destination at the mouth of the alleyway where a dumpster was at the back door of some restaurant he was too lazy to look and see. “What’s this about Mal..” His hands would run his midsection as if he was hurt from the pulling. Hands would dramatically point to a cardboard box that wiggled and had tiny noises coming from it. A tiny head would pop out with ears the size of baby feet, which were pretty big compared to its size.

A kitten?

Gus blinked slowly as he looked at Mal, “Wouldn’t your scene of smell caught this a while ago?” Kneeling down Gus got a closer look. Its head would tilt, looking up at the human, mewing shyly as it stayed in the box. Was it abandon? He frowned, taking a finger and poking it out slowly for the cat to take a smell. It must be scared. “Hey there little guy. You okay?” As if he would respond. Gus looked over his shoulder at Mal, “Is there a shelter or vet nearby do you know? There’s no telling if this kitten been alone or without food for so long. I’d hate to leave it here…”
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Mal just chuckled. He knew what he’d meant. And nitpicking at wording wasn’t at all his interest. He just said, “Neither do I”, since it was too early, too silly, and drawing hearts with her name in them was such a level of pubescent thinking at once Mal wanted to double check his ID and that the silly bitch wasn’t lying. Almost fifty? You sure? I’m sure. You sure? I’m daaaamn sure. Alright.

He hummed along as Gus expressed his support of the pack idea. God, Malcolm really couldn’t wait to be in a pack again, this packless thing wasn’t doing it for him. He had to personally marvel for a moment at wolves who went lone long-term, but after marvel, purely human, came that distrust, and confusion of the wolf. He’d lived with a pack. He’d breathed the pack. For a while, they’d been his everything. As intrinsically woven into his being as the blood his heart was pumping.

Going against pack meant going against their nature. It reminded Mal of every unhealthy coping mechanism that only damned the user. He’d have grinned, though, since Gus’s self-deprecating ways weren’t ever in his favor, hadn’t the scent of a feline coupled with its keening noise grabbed his attention. Facing the kitten, hands in his pockets, Mal could only remark thoughtfully, “Hard to with the cocktail of smells.” He wrinkled his nose. “Hmmm, General Tso’s chicken. Also preeeeetty sure that’s pickled ginger and twenty different colognes I smell.” The sense of smell of a hound dog, if not stronger. Just not as significantly or he’d die from someone’s cologne.

Mal pondered it over. Crouching down by Gus, empathetically, he grinned at the kitten, cooing, “Hey, little fella… yeah, let’s just take it with us. There’s a vet nearby, though I don’t know about a shelter, I’ve not been living here along enough.” With that, he gingerly picked up the kitten and the box, and she mewed even louder, ringing his ears with panic that actually wound up the animal on him. Exhaling wearily, Mal waited until she calmed down, and then, just so and like it made the most sense in the world, he smiled at Gus, and amiably said, “Here, twinsies, take her. I’ll whip out my phone to look up where we could leave her.” Phone in hand, google loaded, he remarked, sly and amused, “Unless you actually do decide to take her in. She looks soooo much like you.”

And sure enough, the small kitten waddled in walk in her carton home, and on wobbly legs rubbed herself over the chest of the nearest person who happened to be around; Gus. Purring, she yipped, and looked as snug as a bug in a rug. Mal’s cheeks blushed, and he cooed.

“Awwwww, Jesus now that is adorable.” And it really was.

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“I got it, you smell a lot of things,” so he underestimated the power of the nose of a great shifter, sue him.

His head tilted lightly with a frown as he watch the kitten mew in panic as Mal pick up the box it stayed in. How long would it been out here? Looked awfully thin, but didn’t look sickly. His heard the shifter call it, a she. “You can tell what sex it is?” He wasn’t then most knowledgeable when it came to other animal sex genitals. One would imagine they look in the same general idea, but that wasn’t always true.

The human involuntary took the box, twitching lightly in his cheeks, now my sure what to expect. The little thing had finally calmed down and moved her way over to him, purring against his body that was near to touch. “She’s… friendly,” well that wasn’t the best compliment. The idea of taking her in was great, but the human wasn’t sure I was a great idea “Even if we have the same gigantic ears, doesn’t mean we’re meant to be…”

The kitten lightly pawed at the human’s chest, as if she wanted to climb on him. That face…. he felt a little weak now. “Uhh… let’s find a vet first.” Yes, good idea. “Let’s make sure she’s okay and we’ll go from there. Even if I don’t end up keeping her, I wanna make sure she’s healthy at least. Diseases spread like wild fire.”

Keeping hold of the kitten, Gus would follow the man’s lead as they headed down the block to the nearest vet. The little creature of who knows what peaked around at the city as if it was seeing something glorious for the first time. It was rather adorable as it tails swayed back and forth, still ducked in the box as if she was shy to peak out more. Gus couldn’t help but frown at what happens for her to b abandoned.

Such a small and tiny thing, she was helpless to the dangers of the word.

But he couldn’t take care of a cat.

Could he?

Almost forgetting Gus was there, a finger would lightly pet the kittens head and neck. Her purrs were very quiet but the vibrations traveled into his finger so easily. Maybe could… “how much further?” His mind stopped him from thinking further. Eventually they arrive to the vet. It looked like a small, local place. They’re walk in, the kitten becoming scared as the vision of new people came into view.

“Hi, uh,” Gus fumbled a few words while his thoughts got focused. “We found this kitten but itself abandon. We were hoping to get her checked out, just to make sure she’s okay. “
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Tell its sex? Gosh, well, lift its leg and-- no no, what was Gus asking? He definitely didn’t know. And, sadly, pet genitalia investigative powers weren’t in his skill set. (And he sure as hell believed no-one sane dropped that casual mention into their resume as so. What you need to know about me: I inspect cat genitalia and tell their sex from look only.) And so he shrugged, and said, “Jesus, could be a he too, what do I know?” Random she or he calling hardly constituted a proper assessment. Maybe they did need a genitalia whisperer after all? Don’t ask him!

Still, Mal cooed, actually smitten with the kitten. He could not take her, but, god, look at the thing; small, adorable, and innocent, it leaned into them for the comfort and warmth it needed from its mother. It certainly played with Mal’s heartstrings. But he had to think logically. Out to the vet’s they went, and Mal blessed the navigation in his phone; he might have known roughly where to find a vet here in vicinity, but in a city this big and with how new he remained to it, rough estimates weren’t wise. And so he relied on the GPS in his phone, canting a look at Gus every now and then, and catching the humbled look on the man. Patiently, he smiled. “Just a bit.”

The vet did direct them out actually, and they were ushered out of the office while he examined the little creature. On his end, Mal was pretty relaxed. Even generally an easy going man, he told Gus, reassuringly, “I’m sure she’ll be fine. Or he.” Trust sparkled in his eyes and Mal gaze Gus’s shoulder a squeeze, like Gus needed it, and then the vet opened the door, inviting them back in to check up on the kitten.

The news weren’t bad at all.

“Malnourished, starving, cold and tired, hasn’t possibly eaten anything in days,” the man was speaking, winding his fingers gently through the kitten’s fur. Sat atop his cold, medical desk, the kitten purred, her eyes closing. He flicked her large ear and chuckled, softly. “She just needs a good home now,” he said, straightening his back. “I can’t offer any medication yet, she just needs a warm place, food, and to rest. We can keep her overnight if either of you doesn’t claim her, otherwise she’s going to shelter.”

“And they’ll decide what to do,” remarked Mal.

The doctor nodded. “There’s nothing to be concerned about. She looks alright except for the obvious.”

Mal just grinned at the man, saying, “Thank you”, before, hands in his pockets, at Gus again, asking, “So, we leaving her in the hands of the shelter or we’re taking her with us? I can’t, Annie has a mild cat allergy, you know that.”

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