Adapt [Haircut]
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esp_dragonFandom: Noblesse
Summary: Kentas' transformation doesn't go back fully after a spar.
Notes: This was what I wanted to write after Train, but I got sidetracked by other plotbunnies, ahah.
Rating: G
Genre: General
Word count: 429
Total word count: 11,298
Status: Work in progress
M-21 ached from the spar he and Kentas had just had. Even though his healing was better, his body still hurt, convinced that something was wrong.
But. It meant he had done something, right? That he hadn't wasted a day. If he was hurting, it meant he'd pushed himself to the limits and went gone it.
M-21 blinked and looked over to where Kentas was pulling on a new shirt. "Huh," he said, and Kentas looked over at him over his shoulder.
"What is it?"
"You're still transformed?" Kentas still had the stripe of hair running down his back. Had Kentas been transformed the entire time? But he didn't have the stripes of fur across his cheeks...
"Wh-" Kentas' face cleared. "Oh, right." He pulled his shirt up, reached back and swiped at some of the hair down his spine. It cut off easily enough but when it was hair against a werewolf's claws, the claws were always going to win.
Kentas pulled his shirt off again. "Sometimes when we transform back, part of the transformation sticks."
"That's normal?" M-21 asked, studying Kentas' hands: they were the same as his fur, clawed and not rounded like they usually were.
Kentas cocked his head at him. "Yeah. It hasn't happened to you yet?"
M-21 shook his head. Knowing his luck, it would happen the next time he transformed.
Kentas chuckled, continuing to scratch away at the extra fur.
M-21 watched the fur fall to the carpet before he went to the bathroom and picked up a towel. "Bed," he said as he walked out.
Kentas paused, looking at him. "Huh?"
"Go lie on this on the bed," M-21 said, tossing the towel over to him, "and I'll get the places you can't reach." He was sure that even though Kentas was used to doing it, he doubted Kentas was that flexible.
"You sure?"
He snorted. "I wouldn't have offered if I wasn't."
Kentas brightened. "All right." Then he glanced at the towel, raising an eyebrow.
"It'll make it easier to clean up," M-21 said, following as Kentas went to the bed. He had enough energy to partially transform for a few minutes, and he hadn't used Tao's nailfile in a while. He...should tell Tao to make more of those, considering how many werewolves were in the house now, but Tao had probably made spares already.
Putting that thought to the back of his mind, M-21 straddled Kentas' hips and started to press his claws at where Kentas had missed, making sure to keep the tips away from Kentas' skin.
Summary: Kentas' transformation doesn't go back fully after a spar.
Notes: This was what I wanted to write after Train, but I got sidetracked by other plotbunnies, ahah.
Rating: G
Genre: General
Word count: 429
Total word count: 11,298
Status: Work in progress
M-21 ached from the spar he and Kentas had just had. Even though his healing was better, his body still hurt, convinced that something was wrong.
But. It meant he had done something, right? That he hadn't wasted a day. If he was hurting, it meant he'd pushed himself to the limits and went gone it.
M-21 blinked and looked over to where Kentas was pulling on a new shirt. "Huh," he said, and Kentas looked over at him over his shoulder.
"What is it?"
"You're still transformed?" Kentas still had the stripe of hair running down his back. Had Kentas been transformed the entire time? But he didn't have the stripes of fur across his cheeks...
"Wh-" Kentas' face cleared. "Oh, right." He pulled his shirt up, reached back and swiped at some of the hair down his spine. It cut off easily enough but when it was hair against a werewolf's claws, the claws were always going to win.
Kentas pulled his shirt off again. "Sometimes when we transform back, part of the transformation sticks."
"That's normal?" M-21 asked, studying Kentas' hands: they were the same as his fur, clawed and not rounded like they usually were.
Kentas cocked his head at him. "Yeah. It hasn't happened to you yet?"
M-21 shook his head. Knowing his luck, it would happen the next time he transformed.
Kentas chuckled, continuing to scratch away at the extra fur.
M-21 watched the fur fall to the carpet before he went to the bathroom and picked up a towel. "Bed," he said as he walked out.
Kentas paused, looking at him. "Huh?"
"Go lie on this on the bed," M-21 said, tossing the towel over to him, "and I'll get the places you can't reach." He was sure that even though Kentas was used to doing it, he doubted Kentas was that flexible.
"You sure?"
He snorted. "I wouldn't have offered if I wasn't."
Kentas brightened. "All right." Then he glanced at the towel, raising an eyebrow.
"It'll make it easier to clean up," M-21 said, following as Kentas went to the bed. He had enough energy to partially transform for a few minutes, and he hadn't used Tao's nailfile in a while. He...should tell Tao to make more of those, considering how many werewolves were in the house now, but Tao had probably made spares already.
Putting that thought to the back of his mind, M-21 straddled Kentas' hips and started to press his claws at where Kentas had missed, making sure to keep the tips away from Kentas' skin.