Fool's Journey

Nick grabs a few licorice candies from the tin, then goes pink as Kainze sniffs at him. "No, I said with my friends, Mischa!" He protests.

 

"Oh. But I thought..." She makes a face. "Nevermind. I got mixed up. I'm sorry."

"Why is it always werewolves... aren't there other werethings? Kitties? Ravens? Hawks? Bats!? Bears? Mischa thought you were a bear. Hahaha! Were a bear. Werebear!!"

"Kainze!" Mischa snaps at him. "Not now!!"

"Why?? Are bears offensive??"

 

Nick is red-faced, bites his lip, breathes out... then reaches out to snatch the candy away and throw himself to the other side of the couch with a loud, exuberant. "I'VE COLLECTED YOUR STUPID PUN TAX!"

 

"Aah!!" Kainze stiffens, fingers wriggling and groping at the empty air where he was once holding the tin of licorice. "Aaaah! But... It was a great pun! I didn't even try!!"

 

"Also it's in bad taste," Nick replies, popping another candy in his mouth.

 

"If licorice is a bad taste why'd you steal it!?" He flop-crawls towars Nick, reaching for the candy.

 

Nick sprawls back on the couch, devouring another few candies, then holds them as far up and away as he can, laughing.

 

Kainze reaches (literally) blindly for the tin of Candies, flopped on top of Nick and patting at his face. "This is not my beautiful tin of candy."

 

Nick lets his tongue shift into a proper, huge, garou tongue, and licks Kainze's palm.

 

He pauses, then pats at Nick's tongue again. "What the fuck..."

"That won't stop him Nick. Kainze pulls that trick on people aaaaaall the time. He's gross." The scent and sound of sizzling bacon wafts over the partition between kitchen and living room.

 

Nick snickers, then gives a low "whuff", closing his mouth.

 

Kainze "miaows' back at him, sitting on Nick's hips as he flaps for his arms to follow up to the delicious candy. "Miiiine~!"

 

"Miiiischa, what's your opinion of fur on the couch?" Nick calls out.

 

"Nick... did you forget we have a hairless cat." She points out. "We never have fur on the couch."

 

"What about having fur on the couch?" He keeps trying to hold the licorice out of reach.

 

"She liiies we always have fur on the couch. Mischa doesn't shave her legs and I'm pretty sure she's sat on this thing naked." Kainze tattles.

"I hate to admit when he's got a point."

 

"Cool-" Nick closes the tin of licorice, tosses it out of reach... and then there's the sound of cracking bones and rending flesh, and Kainze is on something gigantic and fluffy and it is licking all over his face and barking at him.

 

Mischa looks over in horror when she hears the sounds, but since Nick is under Kainze, he's blocked by the partition and she thankfully misses everything. The sounds are still enough to make her shudder. "AaahOohmyGods."

Kainze blinks, head tilted and frozen in horror as he sits at, and ON, ground zero while Nick morphs. He makes another confused face as Nick starts licking his face of all things, then grins wide and starts petting the sides of his face and ears. "PUPPY!!!"

 

Nick lets out another cheerful bark.

 

"PUPPY!!" Kainze squeals again, and starts ruffling Nick's fur around his head. "Whose a good doge~!"