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esp_dragon) wrote2018-05-27 05:43 am
esp_dragon) wrote2018-05-27 05:43 am
Hound [Scratch]
Fandom: Noblesse
Summary: M-21's neck itches.
Notes: Set a little after M-21 was brought into the household.
Rating: G
Genre: General
Word count: 796
Total word count: 2,794
Status: Work in progress
M-21 sat next to his owner’s leg, watching the steam wisp up from his cup. It was quiet except for Tao tapping on his laptop and rain drumming against the window. Frankenstein was in the kitchen, doing something that smelled interesting.
His collar mark had started getting itchy and he scratched at it, sighing at the release. The feeling came back, worse than before and he rumbled a little in his throat, scratching harder.
There was blood in the air -his own, so it didn’t matter- but he just wanted the feeling to stop.
“M? Hey, what’s - M!”
M-21 froze midscratch. What had he done wrong? He hadn’t growled, hadn’t made too much noise or a mess-
Tao crouched in front of him and M-21 leaned back, looking away from him.
“You’re bleeding.”
Oh. M-21 blinked. Was that it? He would heal.
M-21 moved to scratch again-
“Wait. Wait, no, don’t do that.” Tao reached over, and M-21 snapped his eyes to Tao’s hand, breath caught in his throat.
Tao stopped, and then brought his hand back. “M, you shouldn’t scratch. You’ll make it worse.”
What was wrong with that?
M-21 ducked his head when there was a light pressure on his head, but lifted it again when he realised it was his owner’s.
“I have a salve that can help with the itchiness,” and M-21 froze at that voice.
No. No, no, he didn’t want Frankenstein’s salves! Frankenstein used needles. He whined, even as his owner kept petting him.
“Frankenstein will not hurt you,” his owner said when Frankenstein left but that was lies. Needles hurt. Whatever was inside the needles hurt inside him for hours afterwards.
When M-21 heard the living room door open again, he backed away from his owner’s hand, away from Tao, hiding around the sofa. He whined, trying to decide on going around the sofa or to the more defensible corner as he heard Frankenstein approach.
“Frankenstein.”
The footsteps stopped. “But Master…”
There wasn’t anything said for a few heartbeats before Frankenstein said, “Yes, Master.”
What was happening? Tao had come to the corner with him, smiling but not trying to get closer.
“M-21.”
He turned his head towards his owner, not wanting to poke his head around yet.
“Frankenstein is in the kitchen again,” his owner said as M-21 heard movement on the other side of the room.
Frankenstein wasn’t going to poke him with needles?
“I will put the salve on you.”
…Oh. But it wasn’t Frankenstein, and his new owner was nice, so maybe it wouldn’t be that bad? They were insisting he needed a salve so M-21 slunk out, double-checking where Frankenstein was.
Frankenstein was still in the kitchen, his back to them.
His new owner looked down at him and said, “You will need to sit next to me.”
M-21 stilled. But that was on the sofa — that was for humans and owners.
“It’s not bad sitting there, M,” Tao said. “It’s nice and soft, you’ll see.”
M-21 made a grumbling sound, but it was an order so he climbed up, looking between Tao and his owner when Tao sat on his other side. The sofa didn’t feel that stable to stand on, his paws sinking into it.
The vantage point felt too high and he had already been ducking his head when Tao started running his fingers through his hair. M-21 would have normally would have leaned into the touch, but he watched his owner open up the small tub in his hand, coating his finger with the off-white stuff inside. It smelled of chemicals and M-21 whined, wanting to get away, his heart beating harder.
“It’s gonna be okay, M,” Tao murmured as M-21 saw his owner’s fingers come closer to him.
He closed his eyes and stiffened when he felt the stuff touch his skin. It was - cool? There was no other reaction as his owner spread it further.
“Gonna have to move yer collar a bit,” Tao said, and M-21 collar was eased lower. It stayed on though.
His owner continued putting the salve on, and bit by bit, the itchiness around M-21′s neck eased until he didn’t feel the need to scratch anymore.
Tao took over for the back of M-21′s neck and M-21 pressed his forehead into his owner as Tao did that.
“All done,” Tao said. “Feel better?”
M-21 nodded. He pulled away from his owner’s touch, and when his owner took his hand back, M-21 hopped back to the floor, where it felt more natural being.
He glanced at Frankenstein’s back once he’d settled down again. The salve had made him feel better and he hadn’t gotten any other side effects like he usually did.
Maybe Frankenstein wasn’t as bad as his previous owners…?
Summary: M-21's neck itches.
Notes: Set a little after M-21 was brought into the household.
Rating: G
Genre: General
Word count: 796
Total word count: 2,794
Status: Work in progress
M-21 sat next to his owner’s leg, watching the steam wisp up from his cup. It was quiet except for Tao tapping on his laptop and rain drumming against the window. Frankenstein was in the kitchen, doing something that smelled interesting.
His collar mark had started getting itchy and he scratched at it, sighing at the release. The feeling came back, worse than before and he rumbled a little in his throat, scratching harder.
There was blood in the air -his own, so it didn’t matter- but he just wanted the feeling to stop.
“M? Hey, what’s - M!”
M-21 froze midscratch. What had he done wrong? He hadn’t growled, hadn’t made too much noise or a mess-
Tao crouched in front of him and M-21 leaned back, looking away from him.
“You’re bleeding.”
Oh. M-21 blinked. Was that it? He would heal.
M-21 moved to scratch again-
“Wait. Wait, no, don’t do that.” Tao reached over, and M-21 snapped his eyes to Tao’s hand, breath caught in his throat.
Tao stopped, and then brought his hand back. “M, you shouldn’t scratch. You’ll make it worse.”
What was wrong with that?
M-21 ducked his head when there was a light pressure on his head, but lifted it again when he realised it was his owner’s.
“I have a salve that can help with the itchiness,” and M-21 froze at that voice.
No. No, no, he didn’t want Frankenstein’s salves! Frankenstein used needles. He whined, even as his owner kept petting him.
“Frankenstein will not hurt you,” his owner said when Frankenstein left but that was lies. Needles hurt. Whatever was inside the needles hurt inside him for hours afterwards.
When M-21 heard the living room door open again, he backed away from his owner’s hand, away from Tao, hiding around the sofa. He whined, trying to decide on going around the sofa or to the more defensible corner as he heard Frankenstein approach.
“Frankenstein.”
The footsteps stopped. “But Master…”
There wasn’t anything said for a few heartbeats before Frankenstein said, “Yes, Master.”
What was happening? Tao had come to the corner with him, smiling but not trying to get closer.
“M-21.”
He turned his head towards his owner, not wanting to poke his head around yet.
“Frankenstein is in the kitchen again,” his owner said as M-21 heard movement on the other side of the room.
Frankenstein wasn’t going to poke him with needles?
“I will put the salve on you.”
…Oh. But it wasn’t Frankenstein, and his new owner was nice, so maybe it wouldn’t be that bad? They were insisting he needed a salve so M-21 slunk out, double-checking where Frankenstein was.
Frankenstein was still in the kitchen, his back to them.
His new owner looked down at him and said, “You will need to sit next to me.”
M-21 stilled. But that was on the sofa — that was for humans and owners.
“It’s not bad sitting there, M,” Tao said. “It’s nice and soft, you’ll see.”
M-21 made a grumbling sound, but it was an order so he climbed up, looking between Tao and his owner when Tao sat on his other side. The sofa didn’t feel that stable to stand on, his paws sinking into it.
The vantage point felt too high and he had already been ducking his head when Tao started running his fingers through his hair. M-21 would have normally would have leaned into the touch, but he watched his owner open up the small tub in his hand, coating his finger with the off-white stuff inside. It smelled of chemicals and M-21 whined, wanting to get away, his heart beating harder.
“It’s gonna be okay, M,” Tao murmured as M-21 saw his owner’s fingers come closer to him.
He closed his eyes and stiffened when he felt the stuff touch his skin. It was - cool? There was no other reaction as his owner spread it further.
“Gonna have to move yer collar a bit,” Tao said, and M-21 collar was eased lower. It stayed on though.
His owner continued putting the salve on, and bit by bit, the itchiness around M-21′s neck eased until he didn’t feel the need to scratch anymore.
Tao took over for the back of M-21′s neck and M-21 pressed his forehead into his owner as Tao did that.
“All done,” Tao said. “Feel better?”
M-21 nodded. He pulled away from his owner’s touch, and when his owner took his hand back, M-21 hopped back to the floor, where it felt more natural being.
He glanced at Frankenstein’s back once he’d settled down again. The salve had made him feel better and he hadn’t gotten any other side effects like he usually did.
Maybe Frankenstein wasn’t as bad as his previous owners…?