[ Sunny is always in bed in contrast to Shoyoâs active lifestyle. He knows, now, they are going to have to go through these changes every month, but unlike last time, it looks like the change is affecting Shoyo first.
Sunny has woken up from one of his many naps and has sat up, curling his legs into a fetal position as he simply watches the lump of Shoyo in his own bed. He canât forget how much Shoyo helped him when he was in pain last month, and after much contemplation, Sunny shrugs out of his bed and makes his way over to Shoyoâs, crouching down until his big, black eyes fixate on the other boy.
Silently, Sunny places his hand on the shivering limp in some awkward attempt to comfort đ§ââď¸ ]
[ no attempt is awkward for shoyo . . . he does startle at the touch, but he knows who it is without having to look. itâs sunnyâs paws and claws on his arm, and grasping for air until he found the otherâs handâ
he holds it tight against the pillow keeping the side of his face covered. sunny? the muffled whisper hushesâ perhaps only looking for confirmation that his presence was really there rather than his mind scrambling.
itâs not as bad, he thinksâ but his hearing isnât coming from the sides of his head. itâs focused on the crown and itâs weird. heâs not ready to see whatâs up, so he keeps curled into his own fetal positioning and waits it out.
[ Oh, okay, we're going to hold hands. That's fine. Sunny is careful to curl his little claws around the hand that holds his and he tilts his head, trying to get a good look at what might be changing / has changed about Shoyo.
Everything will be okay. That's a phase that pops into his head that he hasn't heard in awhile. ]
[ and just like that, the worst of it is gone. like pulling out a nasty splinter from somewhere, wherever, and leaving behind an ache. shoyo breathes through the ending waves, a phantom pain that throbs all around his head and into his ears but is now so much more bearable. after all of that? a little headache wasnât so bad.
the squeeze he keeps on top of sunnyâs hand and into the pillow loosens over his head. finally, his voice isnât so muffled. ]
It was . . . Phew.
[ the air he breathes is cooler, much better than anything as suffocating as breathing through pillows.
slowly, the redhead pulls himself away from the mount heâs created over his head, and sits up, using sunny to stabilize his balance. he doesnât have human ears anymore.
he has these cute little burgundy teardrops close to the top. ]
My hearingâs a little funny thoughâ?
[ whereâs his own voice coming from. like, he hears better so it doesnât make much of a difference . . . but the source should, and because of thatâ those little ears are starting to move. one curves sideways, then the other goes the opposite. shoyo touches the side of his head where his ears should be,
and theyâre not there. he starts to cold sweat. ear. gone.
[ Shoyo is a new friend, but he's certain he never thought he would see the ginger like this. Sunny keeps a gentle hold on Shoyo as he emerges from his little blanket pile and.. well, he can't stop staring at those adorable pony ears on his room mate's head. It's hard not to stare! Shoyo might be cold sweating for awhile before Sunny registers something is troubling Shoyo and..
With his other hand, he reaches up to gently pet one of the pony ears. There, there. It's okay, buddy! Softly, he speaks, just under his breath: ]
[ cuteâ wait, him? cute? shoyo can easily feel a warm heat beneath his grass-tainted cheeks and cold-sweat shine, a sudden dip in his chest and these wide, blinking brown eyes stare ahead trying to assimilate that. that,
?????????????????
itâs a weird feeling, both what heâs still trying to make sense of and what heâs literally sensing. itâs as if part of his head had extended upward and he could feel it, but it wasnât his scalp, and also he could hear the strokes of skin to fur especially loud. they twitch and flip against the hand. like his ears wereâ
right there.
shoyo canât see them no matter how hard he tried to look up, but it did serve as an acceptable distraction. opposite sunnyâs hand, he lifts his own and touches the other ear. lo and behold, actual ears. ]
L-likeâ Cat ears? Or dog ears?
[ he canât tellâ only that they were kind of triangular. ]
[ the inside of the ear canals are achey and caked with blobs of coagulation after elongating and dislocating, so there may be that ugly-too-dark traces of blood from within the cone-shaped ears and at the base of the skull. with color it might be hard to tell, but not with touchâ smudging them would cause a gooey bloodstain on his fingers if they went there.
but shoyoâs too distracted. horse? pony? not werewolf? petting ears. petting ears soothing. petting ears good.
wait but if he opened his mouth, would that slate things? would he actually neigh? ]
N . . . Neigh? [ maybe a little more oomph to it? ] Neigh?
[ it doesnât work like that. theyâll figure out the neigh button soon enough . . . ]
[ thereâs being cute again . . . itâs almost, sort of like when heâd overhear school girls commenting on kageyama and that just made his blood boil and wish for some girl to say something but,
huh.
prayer answered between the lines? heâs still. confused. but itâs probably nothing, and head pet nice, his new ears are even all flicky-flick at the touch. ]
Um, [ wait. let him think again. his head was still a little empty. ] my head kind of hurts?
[ And thatâs what he does, standing from his seat to get some ice in a cold, damp rag. With that, he sits on Shoyoâs bed and carefully puts the makeshift ice pack on his friendâs head. ]
I donât think horses are very monster like and scary.. but I guess there are some in stories that can be dangerous.
[ when sunny returns, shoyo is sure to bring his hand to the cloth to allow sunny some rest for his hand. to be very honest, it was nice. very nice. he almost forgets to do what heâs planned and dips his head in thanks. ]
[ SWEATING INTENSIFIES... It's okay, Sunny is an imaginative person, he can come up with something on the fly.. or at least.. bootleg a fairy tale, right? Sunny also shifts, this time sitting at the foot of the bed and automatically going into a fetal position, looking similar to Shoyo. ]
There was an old kelpie who lived in a shoe... she had so many pony children, she didn't know what to do..
[ THIS IS A BLATANT RIP OFF... ]
She gave them some broth without any bread... And ate them all soundly to put them to bed.
[ conveniently, shoyo doesnât know this story. facing sunny in his laying and hugging the pillow that was once on his head to his chest, shoyoâs ears give a little curious flop. ]
Were they like . . . Super small kelpies, or was their house a really huge shoe?
[ You know.. thatâs an important detail. Sunny sits there, thinking hard for a moment. It would make more sense if it were a giant shoe, but like.. he always wants to deviate from the norm. ]
Really, tiny horses. Smaller than you.
[ and he places his hand on top of Shoyoâs head again. ]
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Sunny has woken up from one of his many naps and has sat up, curling his legs into a fetal position as he simply watches the lump of Shoyo in his own bed. He canât forget how much Shoyo helped him when he was in pain last month, and after much contemplation, Sunny shrugs out of his bed and makes his way over to Shoyoâs, crouching down until his big, black eyes fixate on the other boy.
Silently, Sunny places his hand on the shivering limp in some awkward attempt to comfort đ§ââď¸ ]
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he holds it tight against the pillow keeping the side of his face covered. sunny? the muffled whisper hushesâ perhaps only looking for confirmation that his presence was really there rather than his mind scrambling.
itâs not as bad, he thinksâ but his hearing isnât coming from the sides of his head. itâs focused on the crown and itâs weird. heâs not ready to see whatâs up, so he keeps curled into his own fetal positioning and waits it out.
đ§ââď¸ ]
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Everything will be okay. That's a phase that pops into his head that he hasn't heard in awhile. ]
... Does it hurt?
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the squeeze he keeps on top of sunnyâs hand and into the pillow loosens over his head. finally, his voice isnât so muffled. ]
It was . . . Phew.
[ the air he breathes is cooler, much better than anything as suffocating as breathing through pillows.
slowly, the redhead pulls himself away from the mount heâs created over his head, and sits up, using sunny to stabilize his balance. he doesnât have human ears anymore.
he has these cute little burgundy teardrops close to the top. ]
My hearingâs a little funny thoughâ?
[ whereâs his own voice coming from. like, he hears better so it doesnât make much of a difference . . . but the source should, and because of thatâ those little ears are starting to move. one curves sideways, then the other goes the opposite. shoyo touches the side of his head where his ears should be,
and theyâre not there. he starts to cold sweat. ear. gone.
help him out here sunny ]
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With his other hand, he reaches up to gently pet one of the pony ears. There, there. It's okay, buddy! Softly, he speaks, just under his breath: ]
Cute...
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?????????????????
itâs a weird feeling, both what heâs still trying to make sense of and what heâs literally sensing. itâs as if part of his head had extended upward and he could feel it, but it wasnât his scalp, and also he could hear the strokes of skin to fur especially loud. they twitch and flip against the hand. like his ears wereâ
right there.
shoyo canât see them no matter how hard he tried to look up, but it did serve as an acceptable distraction. opposite sunnyâs hand, he lifts his own and touches the other ear. lo and behold, actual ears. ]
L-likeâ Cat ears? Or dog ears?
[ he canât tellâ only that they were kind of triangular. ]
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He shakes his head lightly, still petting the ears (even if they might be bloody?? is he bleeding?? ) ]
No.. like.. pony. Pony ears. Youâre gonna be a horse?
[ Sunny pulls his hand back and tilts his head slightly. ]
Say neigh.
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but shoyoâs too distracted. horse? pony? not werewolf? petting ears. petting ears soothing. petting ears good.
wait but if he opened his mouth, would that slate things? would he actually neigh? ]
N . . . Neigh? [ maybe a little more oomph to it? ] Neigh?
[ it doesnât work like that. theyâll figure out the neigh button soon enough . . . ]
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[ The hand returns, this time petting Shoyo on the head. ]
You will make a good horse. Promise.
[ He sounds very certain of this. ]
Do you need ice? Do you hurt?
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huh.
prayer answered between the lines? heâs still. confused. but itâs probably nothing, and head pet nice, his new ears are even all flicky-flick at the touch. ]
Um, [ wait. let him think again. his head was still a little empty. ] my head kind of hurts?
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[ And thatâs what he does, standing from his seat to get some ice in a cold, damp rag. With that, he sits on Shoyoâs bed and carefully puts the makeshift ice pack on his friendâs head. ]
I donât think horses are very monster like and scary.. but I guess there are some in stories that can be dangerous.
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Do you know any?
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Yes I do.
[ IS HIS COMPULSIVE LIAR TRAIT COMING IN EARLY?? ]
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Can I hear one?
[ pwease 𼺠his head hurty ]
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It's okay, Sunny is an imaginative person, he can come up with something on the fly.. or at least.. bootleg a fairy tale, right? Sunny also shifts, this time sitting at the foot of the bed and automatically going into a fetal position, looking similar to Shoyo. ]
There was an old kelpie who lived in a shoe... she had so many pony children, she didn't know what to do..
[ THIS IS A BLATANT RIP OFF... ]
She gave them some broth without any bread...
And ate them all soundly to put them to bed.
[ HORRIFYING.. WHY IS HE THIS WAY.. ]
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Were they like . . . Super small kelpies, or was their house a really huge shoe?
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Really, tiny horses. Smaller than you.
[ and he places his hand on top of Shoyoâs head again. ]
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a weird part of him feels betrayed, and his lips suck into his mouth. ]
It's not like . . . I'm that small or anything . . . [ mumble jumble, ] What happens next?