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Crisp air floated around the house like lost despair.
Frost had accumulated around the window edges,
and the dawns golden light, filtered through the curtains.
On a couch,
two animals were laying together,
with slow, soft breaths.
It was nice.
Peaceful.
Until the most irritating, horrible sound rag out from Bens phone.
It was his obnoxious phone alarm,
“Turn it off.” Even muttered.
Ben barely opened his eyes, trying to press snooze on their phone.
Their paw eventually landed on a cold smooth surface.
making the dreadful noise stop.
Ben just laid there.
He felt a weight on top of him,
it was warm, and fluffy…
Like a blanket of the sorts.
Wait- fluffy?
He didn’t have any fluffy blankets?!
Ben opened his eyes once again, to see the one and only, back cat laying on top of him.
Still half asleep.
“Uhhh-“
Even blinked his eyes open,
mumbling something incoherent before presumably coming to the realization of where he was.
To which he quickly scrambled off of Ben,
who also sat up.
The fur on half of Even’s face was flattened in a kinda undignified way.
Ben felt like he should say something.
They tapped their foot on the ground,
“Did you sleep well?” They asked,
“Yeah, I should go get ready for work.”
Ben glanced out the window,
“O- ok, I’ll make us breakfast.”
Ben watched Even walk out of his line of sight.
They did not want to think about why they felt weird.
Like a fluttering sensation in their chest, a warmth in their face…,
they insisted went over to the pantry, scanning the different boxes for something appetizing.
Cereal,
Meh,
Chips,
too early for that,
beans,
who eats beans for breakfast,
ooo, pancakes mix.
That could be good.
Ben made sure to add some of the mix to a bowl, add water,
and maple syrup because that makes it way better, before pouring it onto a pan.
Right as Ben was getting the plates out Even came back.
He had his regular suit back on, and his fur was brushed.
“Why do you always wear a suit? You’re a security guard.”
“…Because I can.”
I mean everyone looks hotter in a suit so Ben really couldn’t complain.
Ben slid the pancakes on two different plates, and grabbed the maple syrup he still had out.
“Breakfast is served.” Ben spoke as if he was a fancy chef from France.
Even laughed.
“Marci, Chef.”
“…Huh?”
“Thank you.”
The pancakes were slightly burnt but it was fine,
“No-you speak french?”
Ben poured a generous amount of maple syrup over their pancake,
“I little, I… had to speak multiple languages for a job.”
Ben wondered what job that was for but decided to drop it,
“These are pretty good.” Even said in between bits.
Ben’s tail started wagging,
it made them happy to know Even was happy.
After breakfast Ben took the time to get ready.
They removed their clothes before spending a good five minutes getting the shower temperature right and stepping inside.
Warm water soaked his fur, making it feel like a weight that clung to his skin.
Which they had to use a stupid amount of shampoo to maintain.
Bens mind wandered as they washed themself.
The craving for flesh was mostly subdued, He only really noticed it when he was on an empty stomach, or hadn’t had coffee for a while.
At least they didn’t have to feel like a monster right now,
a horrible, gross, dangerous monster, that could hurt innocent animals.
It made them wonder why they were still here.
Ben didn’t wanna die,
but the thought of how in another universe… he would have been dead,
a failed experiment.
It wasn’t funny but it was.
Ben grew up thinking monsters just ugly creatures that hid in your closet, or underneath your bed.
But here, in the shower,
like any normal animal.
Once they finished, they stepped out and rapped a towel around their waist.
Hearing some subtle noises coming from the living room.
He used his fur dryer to
dry his fur.
what else are you gonna do with that?
They walked out of the bathroom, still in just a towel, and entered the living room to get to his room.
Though, on the way something on the tv caught his eye.
It was the news,
“Please remain indoors until further notice, as it is still very unsafe outside.”
Ben stood there for a moment, turning their head to look at Even,
who was sitting on the couch,
“What’s going on?”
“You know the anomaly attack yesterday.”
Ben nodded,
“Well, they’re saying it’s still not safe to go out or something.”
“…Oh! No work, sweet!”
Even’s tail swayed from side to side,
”…It doesn’t seem so bad outside though?”
”Thats just cuz nobody lives near here, hehe.”
Yellow eyes watched him leave.
Inside Bens room he changed into one of many pairs of the same grey sweatpants he had, and one of several different Christmas sweaters,
“What do you wanna do today?”
Even looked up from his phone,
“Hmmmmmm… I’m not sure?”
“I have one of those crappy gingerbread house things. We could make that?”
“Sure.”
”This reminds me of the good old days.”
Even paused,
”What?”