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badgernet_multiversal2020-10-31 10:47 pm
britbrat) wrote in badgernet_multiversal2020-10-31 10:47 pm
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What did you people do?!
[ An urgent, panicked whisper hisses from the bedroom of Badgernet's resident youngest member. Specifically, from what appears to be under the covers, although even in the camera's cramped and dim view, it's obvious that Valmont's PJs are just as unnecessarily green as his everyday wear. What's also obvious, and more immediately relevant, is the white fur sprouting over his face and hands, culminating in a pair of distinctly lupine ears atop his head. He glares, but his eyes are anxious. ]
Do you know how difficult it was to even turn this contraption on in my condition? I have paws! Paws, for heaven's sake! And I know one of you is responsible for this, this sort of thing didn't happen before all that time travel business a few weeks ago -
[ He cuts himself off, keenly aware of the need, for once, to cut short his bellyaching. ]
Look. I'm meant to be ready for school in thirty minutes - fewer, now. If my host parents see me like this, it'll be the pound instead. Help me!
[ He's always been more of a cat person anyway :c ]
[ An urgent, panicked whisper hisses from the bedroom of Badgernet's resident youngest member. Specifically, from what appears to be under the covers, although even in the camera's cramped and dim view, it's obvious that Valmont's PJs are just as unnecessarily green as his everyday wear. What's also obvious, and more immediately relevant, is the white fur sprouting over his face and hands, culminating in a pair of distinctly lupine ears atop his head. He glares, but his eyes are anxious. ]
Do you know how difficult it was to even turn this contraption on in my condition? I have paws! Paws, for heaven's sake! And I know one of you is responsible for this, this sort of thing didn't happen before all that time travel business a few weeks ago -
[ He cuts himself off, keenly aware of the need, for once, to cut short his bellyaching. ]
Look. I'm meant to be ready for school in thirty minutes - fewer, now. If my host parents see me like this, it'll be the pound instead. Help me!
[ He's always been more of a cat person anyway :c ]
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[ Just because he's freaking out and scared for his life doesn't mean he can pass up a perfectly good chance to snark. ]
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[ He wiggles one ear, then the other, experimentally. Then, screwing up his face in concentration, attempts to make both lie flat on his head. They... kind of blend in with his hair? If you don't look too closely? ]
As for shaving, I suppose I could give it a shot. It.. can't be too difficult, can it? Or painful?
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still video because it's hard enough to phone type when he has actual hands
My good man, I'm eleven years old, and I've never used a razor in my life. Do you honestly expect me to successfully operate one for the first time without opposable thumbs?
Fair.
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[ He hasn't actually left the bed yet; checking the network was his first instinct upon waking up to realize his ears had changed location and species. Well. His second instinct. His first was screaming, which had come out as more of a yelp, and then quickly clapping his hands (paws) over his mouth and hoping no one downstairs had heard. So his third instinct, really. ]
Give me a moment -
[ Valmont cautiously abandons the safety of the covers, poking out one hind-paw, then the other, until he's perched solidly on the floor. If there's any unsteadiness, it's due to his nerves, nothing else - he can stand upright just fine, and he appraises this information. ]
Not a wolf, then, but a werewolf. I suppose it's rather in the spirit of the season, isn't it? Heh!
[ He lets out a sharp, desperate approximation of a laugh. ]
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Well, there's your fix! Tell your folks it's an elaborate Halloween costume and you wanted to impress your friends at school.
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[ It doesn't seem to register to him that this is a bit of a rude thing to say about one's guardians. ]
But what if this lasts longer than a single day? What if... what if it's permanent?
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Uh... On a scale of 1 to 10, how gullible do you think your folks are? Would they believe a really crazy tinfoil hat kinda lie, or do we have to keep this in the realm of realism?
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Alright, then tell them you got cast as the family dog in the school play! That's reasonable, right?
[ He was gonna suggest "pretend you became a furry," but furries probably weren't a thing in the 20th century. ]
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Do you know... I honestly think that might work. I shall merely assure them of my dedication to the role, such that to remove my "costume" would be to break character entirely.
[ He's quickly warming up to the idea - getting into character, as it were. Maybe he really should try out for the school play while he's at it! ]
Now if I can just get the hang of these blasted paws...
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Lemme guess, being a werewolf didn't come with opposable thumbs?
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Can't you just fake being sick, or something? Convince them you feel bad enough, and you should have an excuse to stay under the covers all day.
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[ Well, change in voice aside, convincing a child to play hooky does strike him as a reasonably devilish thing to do. ]
I - I could have thought of that one on my own!
[ He didn't, but he could have! ]
But what if this ailment persists for longer than a day? I shall have to come out of here at some point, if for no reason other than meals, shan't I?