BigB has never seen Ren looks so dejected before. His tail is all the way between his legs, wagging with nervous, sad energy from where it’s curled between them, and his ears are drooped, and he looks this close to throwing himself out of a window in penance. BigB rather hopes that if Ren tries to do that, he remembers that it’ll hurt BigB too, at least?
The bite on BigB’s leg is still throbbing, and every time he moves his leg in a way that makes the bandage visible, Ren somehow wilts further.
“It’s not your fault, man,” BigB says. “It’s a risk of being a werewolf, right? I was the one sticking around while you were panicked.”
“I’ve cursed you, BigB. I didn’t even do this to anyone while red,” Ren says with a dramatic whimper. “I should have known better, pack instincts make it harder not to bite, not easier, and now you’re doomed forever.”
BigB’s new ears twitch.
“I mean. That seems kind of dramatic honestly,” he says.
“Cursed to the whims of your strong emotions and the moon!” wails Ren.
“I’m… generally pretty chill, honestly, I doubt becoming all wolfy when I’m upset will happen that often,” BigB says.
“Stripped of your humanity!”
“How many of our friends are human?”
Ren pauses and gives BigB an annoyed look. “BigB, my man, let me have my crisis about this. I’ve gone this long without biting someone and being unable to treat it before they transform.”
“Yeah, but it’s not a big deal?” BigB says, shrugging.
“I’m embarrassed!” wails Ren. “I’m a fully-grown dog these days, man! I’m house trained! I shouldn’t be biting like an un-taught puppy anymore!”
BigB stares for a moment.
“Ah,” he says.
BigB wonders if this is the time to mention to Ren that he actually thinks the ears are cool and the wolf thing is a fun party trick, and that he’d sort of been hoping the soul bond would do this secretly at night because he’d always sort of wanted to be something cool like a wolf. Somehow, he doubts it.
(via droidofmay)
