There aren't many things I regret
WHO: Roger and Kang (and Bones :P)
WHAT: Kang's been a little... off lately.
WHERE: Their apartment
WHEN: A few days after everyone got back in their bodies
WARNINGS/NOTES: ...Kang's in it. Language. :|
Those damn thrusters Kang had been given hadn't changed his sleeping patterns at all. Typically, when he slept, it was on his stomach, since his wings tended to get in the way. Almost always, one of those wings would stretch out and end up hanging off the side of the bed; Fonrar had liked to tease him about it.
The first little nudge to his wing, he didn't feel. The second one was accompanied by something cold, and he unconsciously twitched it away, snorting softly. The nudges stopped, only to be replaced by a light nip. Growling, the bozak pulled his wing in, still asleep. Something jumped up on to the foot of the bed.
Hissing, Kang sat up with a curse as that something nipped sharply at the tip of his tail, and he forced himself not to just kick the damn dog off of the bed as hard as he could. The claws on his feet would probably kill it. Of course, it didn't realize it had done anything wrong, and crouched down with its rear end in the air, obviously wanting to play.
He'd had enough of this shit, though. The dog was going to learn to behave itself, one way or another.
A sharp yip sounded through the apartment.
WHAT: Kang's been a little... off lately.
WHERE: Their apartment
WHEN: A few days after everyone got back in their bodies
WARNINGS/NOTES: ...Kang's in it. Language. :|
Those damn thrusters Kang had been given hadn't changed his sleeping patterns at all. Typically, when he slept, it was on his stomach, since his wings tended to get in the way. Almost always, one of those wings would stretch out and end up hanging off the side of the bed; Fonrar had liked to tease him about it.
The first little nudge to his wing, he didn't feel. The second one was accompanied by something cold, and he unconsciously twitched it away, snorting softly. The nudges stopped, only to be replaced by a light nip. Growling, the bozak pulled his wing in, still asleep. Something jumped up on to the foot of the bed.
Hissing, Kang sat up with a curse as that something nipped sharply at the tip of his tail, and he forced himself not to just kick the damn dog off of the bed as hard as he could. The claws on his feet would probably kill it. Of course, it didn't realize it had done anything wrong, and crouched down with its rear end in the air, obviously wanting to play.
He'd had enough of this shit, though. The dog was going to learn to behave itself, one way or another.
A sharp yip sounded through the apartment.