"I want you to know I just spent a week stuck as an actual dog, and if anyone else on board had asked me to change I would have taken my tea and gone home. And the second you're feeling better I want to talk theory with you."
He finishes stripping, folds his clothes where he can grab them in a hurry, and with a thought he changes. The sounds are grotesque, but Lark hadn't wanted to be far enough away to make it inaudible.
As a wolf, Lark pads back up to him and puts a paw on his arm.
Lark is something of a bed hog, like most animals, and Quentin did say he has no injuries except his eye. Which means when Lark hops up he is not the least bit shy about burrowing around so Quentin's arm is around him. All the better to pet his belly with.
Lark groans in a way that sounds like a question, because it is, even if there are no words. He licks Quentin's chin to punctuate it, or maybe just because he can smell pain so much more clearly now. It's unexpectedly frustrating to be unable to do anything about it. Not as frustrating as when Alec or Tiffany death tolls, because at least this was from going overboard and not deliberate.
It's surprising how much that phrase, no matter who says it to him, makes his tail wag. He wriggles and nuzzles and pushes his muzzle up against Quentin's neck. Given his habit of tearing people into bite-sized chunks that might unnerve someone who knows him less, someone who isn't currently being given every nonverbal sign a wolf has that they're glad to be there.
His tail keeps wagging but, really, he'll try to be still while Quentin naps.
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Date: 2019-02-15 07:03 am (UTC)He compromises.
"Pad off when the next shift arrives to take over? Should be- shortly before the next pill's supposed to be."
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Date: 2019-02-15 07:19 am (UTC)Conservation of mass, and all.
"Are there any broken ribs, hips, legs...?"
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Date: 2019-02-15 11:13 am (UTC)He says, and shudders, curling his hands into fists in the blanket and taking a few gulps of his water, leaving a slug in the bottom, and suggesting;
"Pour some tea in with this?"
It'll be weak and cool and less hazardous.
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Date: 2019-02-16 12:48 am (UTC)"You're using your ears more- It's not going to be a pleasant sound."
Bones breaking, organs reshaping.
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Date: 2019-02-16 02:44 am (UTC)He says, but reaches for the tea first, spidering his fingertips across the floor until he finds it, and picks it carefully up.
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Date: 2019-02-16 04:45 am (UTC)He finishes stripping, folds his clothes where he can grab them in a hurry, and with a thought he changes. The sounds are grotesque, but Lark hadn't wanted to be far enough away to make it inaudible.
As a wolf, Lark pads back up to him and puts a paw on his arm.
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Date: 2019-02-16 04:49 am (UTC)Quentin tells him, and runs his fingers through all that fur, giving him a gentle tug to get him up onto the bed.
"Come on up here, let's nap."
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Date: 2019-02-16 04:53 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-02-16 05:30 am (UTC)"People are terrible man."
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Date: 2019-02-16 05:32 am (UTC)But still.
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Date: 2019-02-16 06:36 am (UTC)"You're a good boy."
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Date: 2019-02-18 05:05 am (UTC)His tail keeps wagging but, really, he'll try to be still while Quentin naps.