❝General preference, I do enjoy at least knowing a dinner companion’s name. Do gray faced entities even eat? And if you’re all wearing masks how do I even know you’re the correct faceless entity?❞
Syx distressed at her whining, whimpering softly back as he washed her face and pressed his body against hers. She meant the world to him no matter what shape she had. She was part of his home. Like Minion, he revolved around her movements in their lives like gravity. She was home. Where ever they were was home.
Never did he wasn’t her to be sad. His senses were thrown off in his wolf form, but as he washed her face he could tell it was far more complicated than just sad or happy tears. And pack… that seemed like a good word. He still wasn’t sure what sort of social groups his people formed, but the idea of having all his loved ones together, being near them in larger number than the standard human family unit… that sounded wonderful.
Much like Syx felt, Anna knew that it wasn’t this warehouse they lived in or whatever building they may live in that was home. It was the two people she shared it with, Syx himself that was her home and the love of her life. Remaining there with her arms around his body, she relished in the feeling of it all before realization that he had yet to change back came to her. Opening her eyes, ones that glowed a touch brighter before settling again. Pulling from him, she shifted to gingerly thread her fingers through his fur with a small smile.
“Can you shift?” She prompted, wondering if this was something that he was able to do now. She didn’t question why, she merely took it all in stride as she always did
Pressing into the warm comfort of his beloved’s embrace, Syx calmed considerably. He still felt horribly awkward in this form, but the panic had passed and Anna always smelled good. Better now.
As she spoke, he blinked up at her, fuzzy brows raised. He wasn’t even sure how he got this way much less how to get back to normal. He whined and shook his head. His attempt at a shrug just had him shaking his shoulders.
Maybe Jack should have stayed put, let a splicer kill him so he could come back new and refreshed. But he hated dying, and he wasn’t one to give up, so instead he stumbled away from the trio of splicers he had just killed and did his best to find a safe place in which he could rest and recover.
Blood was dripping into his eyes as he made his way into what looked like an abandoned shop. With one leg sliced clean through by a splicer’s hook, he couldn’t quiet the dragging of his foot, and he could only hope that there were no splicers lurking around to hear him enter.
Was that… music? Jack followed the soft, barely noticeable sound of it until there, in the depths of the shop, he could see the figure of what had to be a splicer. Jack was still near the entrance of the shop, and he drew his pistol with a shaking hand.
“Don’t– don’t move–” His head was pounding from the blow on his head. It was difficult to aim, but he couldn’t let himself be killed now, not when he had just found relative safety.
Shouting Tony ducked down, hands going over his head as he made a dive for under his workbench. How had that crazy splicer gotten past his traps?! Oh… there was the alarm sounding. It had gone off but Tony had been so in the zone that he hadn’t heard it. He cursed under his breath, hands clutched to his face and stomach dropping out as he saw his work dripping fluid. He must have knocked over the vial in his dive and now the priceless liquid drain away.
❝Fuck! You don’t move and I won’t either!❞
At least his traps were in place, a trip wire would spring a turret if the man came closer. Some consolation.
“Oh!” Minion can understand the confusion with glass, he recalled that from his days as a little fry. The fish ducked his tank lower and touched the top. The nearly invisible seam moved at his touch. It had taken them forever to figure out how to mimic even a degree of the technology that had gone into the perfect sphere Minion had been sent to Earth in. In the end, all they had really managed was the trick top and nearly shatter-proof glass, “See, the water’s inside.”
Syx knelt near them, watching the baby and his life-long friend, “I wish I could understand you, little guy,” he sighed, “We’re trying to help. Promise. You need water too, right? Like Minion?”
He looked up at his friend, “Should I just get some of the cooked fish then?”
Ignoring what the older pair was saying for the moment, unable to understand it yet as it was, the little alien’s focus is now more on the water inside Minion’s dome. Dipping his hands into it, at first coming close to touching the fish inside before backing off.
The fact that the other two were having some sort of conversation was enough to have Minion be off limits and afforded the same respect as one of those he considered parent or sibling would be. Again he’s chattering quietly, this time to himself rather than asking more questions.
Minion smiled encouragingly at the little guy before answering his Sir, ❝That might be best, Sir.❞
Nodding and feeling useless otherwise, Syx wandered off into their temporary home. Digging about and making far too much noise for the task he was supposed to be doing, Minion called after, ❝It’s just in the ice box…❞
Settling down, he refocused on the small fish baby,
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