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esp_dragon) wrote2018-05-28 05:08 am
esp_dragon) wrote2018-05-28 05:08 am
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Hound [Nightmare Part 3]
Fandom: Noblesse
Summary: Tao wakes up.
Rating: G
Genre: General
Word count: 613
Total word count: 11,234
Status: Work in progress
There was more noise in Tao’s room than he was used to. Closer as well.
Someone breathing.
And… His bed was moving in time with someone else’s breathing.
Oh, right.
He peeked and got a light, sharp inhale in response. M-21 was already awake and at the edge of Tao’s bed, only just balancing there.
“Mornin’, M,” Tao said, stretching his arms up into the air.
M-21 was unsurprisingly not looking at him. “Morning.”
“Feel better?” Tao asked as he sat up.
M-21 didn’t say anything for a few seconds and then nodded.
“Good.” So that was one thing down. “We should get you a new shirt,” Tao mused, tapping a cheek. He could fix M-21′s old one, but for the moment, M-21 couldn’t really walk around with a top with a ripped of sleeve. “So let’s go to your room, okay?”
M-21 nodded again and followed him out the room.
“Sooo,” Tao said once they were in M-21′s room, spreading the clothes in the cupboard so M-21 could see them better, “what colour do you want?”
M-21 peered at the shirts in turn before saying, “Blue.”
“Nice choice!” Tao said as he picked one out. He helped M-21 put the shirt on and then turned to inspect the bed. “Hmm…” The Takeo plushie was still laying next to the pillow and seemed like it had thankfully missed most of the carnage. The rest of the bed was crumpled, a wide dark red puddle covering where M-21′s arm would have lay.
The linen would have to be washed, that was for sure. That wasn’t what Tao was concerned about. “Looks like your blanket got hit with your blood, M,” Tao said. “We’re gonna have to wash it.”
M-21 blinked, tilting his head slightly.
Well, if M-21 watched them as they washed it, it should be fine?
* * *
“I think he’s going to get dizzy,” Takeo murmured.
“Wanna bet?” Tao said. M-21 hadn’t took his eyes off his blanket once it was put inside the washing machine, his head going around in fast small circles.
“No…”
“Aww, that’s no fun.”
Takeo shook his head and Tao focused on M-21 again. He seemed fine continuing to watch his blanket, his balance still stable.
* * *
“Aaand it’s done!” Tao said as Takeo pulled M-21′s blanket out of the dryer machine.
M-21 reached for it and it was warm. Very warm. He buried his face in it and took in a deep breath.
He froze, a long whine squeezing out his throat.
“M?” Tao said, patting his shoulder. “What’s wrong?”
This wasn’t his blanket! It had been replaced! “Not mine,” M-21 said, wanting to drop it. Was this one now his? Would they take it away too if he dropped it?
“It is yours,” Takeo said. “You saw us put it in the machines.”
But it didn’t smell like his blanket! It didn’t have any of the familiar scents!
“Hmm.” Tao prodded the blanket and then tugged a bit so a corner was exposed. “These holes were from your claws, weren’t they?”
M-21 squinted at the corner. There were five holes there and he poked at them. His claws fit in perfectly. This…was his? “But no scents?” Where had they gone?
“We washed your blanket to get rid of the blood,” Takeo said, “and must have washed the rest of the scents as well.”
“Buuut if that’s what’s wrong,” Tao said, petting M-21′s blanket, “we could go watch a movie with the blanket and get our scents back on it again. How ‘bout that?”
M-21 nodded, pressing his face into where Tao had touched. It smelled like Tao again. Yes, he’d like that.
Summary: Tao wakes up.
Rating: G
Genre: General
Word count: 613
Total word count: 11,234
Status: Work in progress
There was more noise in Tao’s room than he was used to. Closer as well.
Someone breathing.
And… His bed was moving in time with someone else’s breathing.
Oh, right.
He peeked and got a light, sharp inhale in response. M-21 was already awake and at the edge of Tao’s bed, only just balancing there.
“Mornin’, M,” Tao said, stretching his arms up into the air.
M-21 was unsurprisingly not looking at him. “Morning.”
“Feel better?” Tao asked as he sat up.
M-21 didn’t say anything for a few seconds and then nodded.
“Good.” So that was one thing down. “We should get you a new shirt,” Tao mused, tapping a cheek. He could fix M-21′s old one, but for the moment, M-21 couldn’t really walk around with a top with a ripped of sleeve. “So let’s go to your room, okay?”
M-21 nodded again and followed him out the room.
“Sooo,” Tao said once they were in M-21′s room, spreading the clothes in the cupboard so M-21 could see them better, “what colour do you want?”
M-21 peered at the shirts in turn before saying, “Blue.”
“Nice choice!” Tao said as he picked one out. He helped M-21 put the shirt on and then turned to inspect the bed. “Hmm…” The Takeo plushie was still laying next to the pillow and seemed like it had thankfully missed most of the carnage. The rest of the bed was crumpled, a wide dark red puddle covering where M-21′s arm would have lay.
The linen would have to be washed, that was for sure. That wasn’t what Tao was concerned about. “Looks like your blanket got hit with your blood, M,” Tao said. “We’re gonna have to wash it.”
M-21 blinked, tilting his head slightly.
Well, if M-21 watched them as they washed it, it should be fine?
“I think he’s going to get dizzy,” Takeo murmured.
“Wanna bet?” Tao said. M-21 hadn’t took his eyes off his blanket once it was put inside the washing machine, his head going around in fast small circles.
“No…”
“Aww, that’s no fun.”
Takeo shook his head and Tao focused on M-21 again. He seemed fine continuing to watch his blanket, his balance still stable.
“Aaand it’s done!” Tao said as Takeo pulled M-21′s blanket out of the dryer machine.
M-21 reached for it and it was warm. Very warm. He buried his face in it and took in a deep breath.
He froze, a long whine squeezing out his throat.
“M?” Tao said, patting his shoulder. “What’s wrong?”
This wasn’t his blanket! It had been replaced! “Not mine,” M-21 said, wanting to drop it. Was this one now his? Would they take it away too if he dropped it?
“It is yours,” Takeo said. “You saw us put it in the machines.”
But it didn’t smell like his blanket! It didn’t have any of the familiar scents!
“Hmm.” Tao prodded the blanket and then tugged a bit so a corner was exposed. “These holes were from your claws, weren’t they?”
M-21 squinted at the corner. There were five holes there and he poked at them. His claws fit in perfectly. This…was his? “But no scents?” Where had they gone?
“We washed your blanket to get rid of the blood,” Takeo said, “and must have washed the rest of the scents as well.”
“Buuut if that’s what’s wrong,” Tao said, petting M-21′s blanket, “we could go watch a movie with the blanket and get our scents back on it again. How ‘bout that?”
M-21 nodded, pressing his face into where Tao had touched. It smelled like Tao again. Yes, he’d like that.