[ cute— 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,
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it’s a weird feeling, both what he’s still trying to make sense of and what he’s literally sensing. it’s as if part of his head had extended upward and he could feel it, but it wasn’t 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 were—
right there.
shoyo can’t see them no matter how hard he tried to look up, but it did serve as an acceptable distraction. opposite sunny’s hand, he lifts his own and touches the other ear. lo and behold, actual ears. ]
L-like— Cat ears? Or dog ears?
[ he can’t tell— 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 touch— smudging them would cause a gooey bloodstain on his fingers if they went there.
but shoyo’s 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 doesn’t work like that. they’ll figure out the neigh button soon enough . . . ]
[ there’s being cute again . . . it’s almost, sort of like when he’d 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? he’s still. confused. but it’s 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 that’s what he does, standing from his seat to get some ice in a cold, damp rag. With that, he sits on Shoyo’s bed and carefully puts the makeshift ice pack on his friend’s head. ]
I don’t 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 he’s 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 doesn’t know this story. facing sunny in his laying and hugging the pillow that was once on his head to his chest, shoyo’s ears give a little curious flop. ]
Were they like . . . Super small kelpies, or was their house a really huge shoe?
[ You know.. that’s 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 Shoyo’s head again. ]
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?????????????????
it’s a weird feeling, both what he’s still trying to make sense of and what he’s literally sensing. it’s as if part of his head had extended upward and he could feel it, but it wasn’t 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 were—
right there.
shoyo can’t see them no matter how hard he tried to look up, but it did serve as an acceptable distraction. opposite sunny’s hand, he lifts his own and touches the other ear. lo and behold, actual ears. ]
L-like— Cat ears? Or dog ears?
[ he can’t tell— 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. You’re gonna be a horse?
[ Sunny pulls his hand back and tilts his head slightly. ]
Say neigh.
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but shoyo’s 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 doesn’t work like that. they’ll 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? he’s still. confused. but it’s 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 that’s what he does, standing from his seat to get some ice in a cold, damp rag. With that, he sits on Shoyo’s bed and carefully puts the makeshift ice pack on his friend’s head. ]
I don’t 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 Shoyo’s 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?