[ You can't just say words like 'butt,' Claude. He doesn't even know how to respond to that before he feels his own tail(?) thwapping against his leg. This is ridiculous. He's having a fever dream. He snaps a look back at Claude to protest, but, ]
[ He watches Claude grab his own.... tail. It continues to wag, or attempts to.
Does that mean he's happy? ]
How do we stop it?
[ Are they just going to keep transforming until they're animals? He tentatively reaches up to touch the sides of his head, which apparently encourages his ears to change too. They are round and stupid looking. ]
[ Considering he just did the same to Claude, he can't exactly berate him, though he wrinkles his nose a little. His ear flicks angrily against Claude's hand on reflex, swiveling in a way that feels very alien. ]
Our challenge is to weather this... transformation?
[ He waits, tense for a few seconds before letting his shoulders sink. ]
It doesn't seem to be getting much worse, at least... [ Though as he says it, he scrapes his tongue on his own teeth; his canines seem bigger than before. ] How is this supposed to help us improve?
[ Cute... The reaction reminds him of the unfriendly monastery cats. Though Dimitri is a great deal bigger than them.
He sinks back into the water with a sigh. ]
Maybe we have to resist our animal urges. [ It's not like he knows what's happening to them, or what a werewolf is. ] Are you feeling the desire to pee and mark your territory?
[ He may be turning into an oversized cat, but that won't stop him from sighing. What kind of question......... ]
I should hope not. [ He withdraws from the water completely, suddenly very unfond of it, though it's too small a detail to notice anything odd yet. ] Do you feel any different?
[ He's listening, frowning as he observes his own nails, waiting for them to shift and change too. One by one, they start to sharpen and curve past the tips of his fingers. Will it be painful if this goes on much longer? He doesn't want to imagine how much worse it could get—and if it's permanent.
But there's something even worse than all of that: it's bizarrely irritating that Claude is sitting just out of reach. Like he's being taunted. ]
It's inconvenient, not to mention dangerous. [ He can't even check his phone for updates, because his claws are so annoying. He sounds a little distracted though, watching Claude very closely now. ] The test results said 'wolf.' And your features are rather dog-like...
Am I being critiqued on my unwilling transformation?
[ Claude gives him an amused look, but it's a weirdly intense gaze. Like he's sizing Dimitri up, eyeing his claws and mentally comparing them with his own. ]
At least I'm on the right track. You look more like a cat than anything else.
[ He does look more like a cat than a wolf. Maybe that's also why he reacts as soon as Claude moves, even if it's just to playfully bat at him: it's like seeing the twitch of a string, a target dangling just out of reach and then treading just close enough, and he's compelled to pounce at it.
Like a housecat.
Except he's nearly six feet tall and weighs many times more than a tabby. All the same, his ears flatten against his head, his pupils go huge, and he's tackling Claude into the water. ]
[ are you kidding me? claude dies on the spot because he's a twink and dimitri is built like a brick.
he barely has a chance to snap his mouth shut when they go underwater, a low growl rumbling from his chest.
he's not angry—mostly surprised—but blood plumes through the hot spring water as his claws scrape across Dimitri's skin when he tries to push him away.
It's so hot that it's a little dizzying, and even breaking the surface of the water again once he's free doesn't quite give him the air he needs, steam filling his lungs.
He doesn't know if Dimitri has re-surfaced, he still rasps out, ] What was that for?!
He barely registers the scratch—between the heat and frantic splashing of water, the sting of it goes unnoticed. When he startles to the surface, he looks surprised, like Claude is somehow the one who caught him off-guard. ]
You were... taunting me?
[ He doesn't sound confident about this. He just Had to do it. Even now, he's definitely going to plant a hand against Claude's shoulder to get some leverage and... bite his ear. Just really chomp down on it. But he's not trying to rip it off, not really sinking his teeth in—it just seems like this might be a fun thing to do. For some reason. ]
[ He was just playing around, and he definitely wasn't taking the same liberties as Dimitri, who has apparently forgotten that they're unclothed when he leans in to bite at his ear.
This is a little too weird, even for him.
... Except.
He kind of wants to retaliate. Show Dimitri who's boss. The kind of roughhousing young boys do, which is why he jams a hand into Dimitri's side so that he can bite down on his cheek.
[ This is weird. He has just enough presence of mind to realize that they are behaving very oddly before he lets out an annoyed snarl—a snarl?—when Claude bites him.
It takes every iota of self-restraint to keep himself from pinning Claude into the spring; he shakes the water out of his face instead, blinking it out of his eyes. His pupils shrink marginally, but they've turned to cat-like slits. He feels at once like himself, and not.
But since he's apparently regained some composure, he should extend an olive branch. Ask, perhaps, what the hell they're doing. Instead, his tail thrashes against the surface of the water. He might be on the verge of fainting from the heat, but, ]
[ It's kind of surprising to see Dimitri surrender his composure so easily, looking not quite like a well-mannered price but rather a rambunctious punk.
Well, he is only 18 after all. ]
You sure about that, Your Highness?
[ They're still close enough that he can distract Dimitri first with a little poke to the chest, before he
snatches his towel. ]
Too bad your defences are wide open!
[ Whether or not Dimitri can hear him over the splashing of water from how fast Claude is booking it out of the spring is debatable. ]
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D- Dimitri...
[ He pauses his outrage for a second, eyes fixed on the tail protruding from Dimitri's towel. ]
There's something on your butt.
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...What?
[ You can't just say words like 'butt,' Claude. He doesn't even know how to respond to that before he feels his own tail(?) thwapping against his leg. This is ridiculous. He's having a fever dream. He snaps a look back at Claude to protest, but, ]
You—Wait, you have one too!
[ He points, accusatory. ]
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What are you-
[ He whips around furiously to look at his own butt, and sure enough, there's a black, bushy doggo tail happily wagging.
Feeling like he's having an out of body experience, he slowly reaches out and... grabs it. ]
It's... This is real.
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Does that mean he's happy? ]
How do we stop it?
[ Are they just going to keep transforming until they're animals? He tentatively reaches up to touch the sides of his head, which apparently encourages his ears to change too. They are round and stupid looking. ]
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How am I supposed to know?
[ ...
On a whim, he reaches out to pinch one of Dimitri's ears. They're kind of cute. ]
I suppose we've found our challenge.
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Our challenge is to weather this... transformation?
[ He waits, tense for a few seconds before letting his shoulders sink. ]
It doesn't seem to be getting much worse, at least... [ Though as he says it, he scrapes his tongue on his own teeth; his canines seem bigger than before. ] How is this supposed to help us improve?
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He sinks back into the water with a sigh. ]
Maybe we have to resist our animal urges. [ It's not like he knows what's happening to them, or what a werewolf is. ] Are you feeling the desire to pee and mark your territory?
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Claude.
[ He may be turning into an oversized cat, but that won't stop him from sighing. What kind of question......... ]
I should hope not. [ He withdraws from the water completely, suddenly very unfond of it, though it's too small a detail to notice anything odd yet. ] Do you feel any different?
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I'm...
[ Claude notices, catalogs the weakness away in case he needs it at a later time.
Though of course, Dimitri is no threat to him. He's just a cat.
He kind of wants to sniff him. ]
No, feeling perfectly fine. Though this, [ he lifts a hand up where his nails have sharpened into claws, ] might make things a little difficult.
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But there's something even worse than all of that: it's bizarrely irritating that Claude is sitting just out of reach. Like he's being taunted. ]
It's inconvenient, not to mention dangerous. [ He can't even check his phone for updates, because his claws are so annoying. He sounds a little distracted though, watching Claude very closely now. ] The test results said 'wolf.' And your features are rather dog-like...
[ leers........ ]
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[ Claude gives him an amused look, but it's a weirdly intense gaze. Like he's sizing Dimitri up, eyeing his claws and mentally comparing them with his own. ]
At least I'm on the right track. You look more like a cat than anything else.
[ Reaches over to flick his tail. ]
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Like a housecat.
Except he's nearly six feet tall and weighs many times more than a tabby. All the same, his ears flatten against his head, his pupils go huge, and he's tackling Claude into the water. ]
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[ are you kidding me? claude dies on the spot because he's a twink and dimitri is built like a brick.
he barely has a chance to snap his mouth shut when they go underwater, a low growl rumbling from his chest.
he's not angry—mostly surprised—but blood plumes through the hot spring water as his claws scrape across Dimitri's skin when he tries to push him away.
It's so hot that it's a little dizzying, and even breaking the surface of the water again once he's free doesn't quite give him the air he needs, steam filling his lungs.
He doesn't know if Dimitri has re-surfaced, he still rasps out, ] What was that for?!
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He barely registers the scratch—between the heat and frantic splashing of water, the sting of it goes unnoticed. When he startles to the surface, he looks surprised, like Claude is somehow the one who caught him off-guard. ]
You were... taunting me?
[ He doesn't sound confident about this. He just Had to do it. Even now, he's definitely going to plant a hand against Claude's shoulder to get some leverage and... bite his ear. Just really chomp down on it. But he's not trying to rip it off, not really sinking his teeth in—it just seems like this might be a fun thing to do. For some reason. ]
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[ He was just playing around, and he definitely wasn't taking the same liberties as Dimitri, who has apparently forgotten that they're unclothed when he leans in to bite at his ear.
This is a little too weird, even for him.
... Except.
He kind of wants to retaliate. Show Dimitri who's boss. The kind of roughhousing young boys do, which is why he jams a hand into Dimitri's side so that he can bite down on his cheek.
That ought to show him. ]
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[ This is weird. He has just enough presence of mind to realize that they are behaving very oddly before he lets out an annoyed snarl—a snarl?—when Claude bites him.
It takes every iota of self-restraint to keep himself from pinning Claude into the spring; he shakes the water out of his face instead, blinking it out of his eyes. His pupils shrink marginally, but they've turned to cat-like slits. He feels at once like himself, and not.
But since he's apparently regained some composure, he should extend an olive branch. Ask, perhaps, what the hell they're doing. Instead, his tail thrashes against the surface of the water. He might be on the verge of fainting from the heat, but, ]
You won't win this, Claude.
[ THIS IS STUPID ]
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Well, he is only 18 after all. ]
You sure about that, Your Highness?
[ They're still close enough that he can distract Dimitri first with a little poke to the chest, before he
snatches his towel. ]
Too bad your defences are wide open!
[ Whether or not Dimitri can hear him over the splashing of water from how fast Claude is booking it out of the spring is debatable. ]