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“Wait—you’re saying you get the sneezy tickly funny feeling too?” Nimona sounded bewildered.
“Yeah? It’s a constant tingly feeling. I feel it in my fingers and ears all the time. I thought that was normal?” Ballister scratched the back of his neck, cocking an eyebrow.
Nimona stood there, staring at him.
“Wait—Okay, this is gonna sound really freaking weird but can you open your mouth??” He put his arm back down at his side and opened his mouth, showing most of his teeth.
Which were pointier than average human teeth.
“Holy shit-“
“Language!”
She rolled her eyes.
“How come I didn’t notice that before? Dude, your teeth are sharp! Have you ever noticed that?” He shrugged.
“Ambrosius is freaked out by it, I never payed it any mind, though.”
The two stood there for a moment. The tickling feeling grew into itching, and Ballister began to scratch at himself. His scratching became more fervent as he tried to relieve the itch.
And for some reason, the one thing on his mind was shifting. As in, shifting like Nimona did.
…
From the other room, Ambrosius heard a loud yowl, and assuming it was Nimona, walked into the living room.
What he did not expect to see was two cats, one black and navy blue, and one pink.
A black and blue cat with a mechanical paw.
“Bal?” More alarmed yowling came from the black and blue cat.
“Chill, you can use your words. It’s not like you’ve been stripped of all your abilities.” Nimona meowed, with a complementary eye roll.
“I think i’m gonna go lay down…” Ambrosius groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose between his eyes, and walked off towards the bedroom.
To him, this felt like a fever dream.