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[misterparker]

When Parker woke, he knew something was wrong. It wasn't until he realized that he was padding on four legs down to the bar that he realized there might be a huge problem.

Yipping unhappily, Parker settles near the fire.

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[_to_the_bone]

"Hello," says Jack, dropping down on the ground beside him and settling cross legged. Jack is good with bodies. Jack knows consciousnesses in bodies.

Jack knows Parker.

[misterparker]

Parker growls unhappily.

I knew I should have stayed in Italy.

[_to_the_bone]

"Happy April Fools," Jack says, happily, scooping Parker up in his arms and rests his cheek against the top of his head for a second.

"You look lovely."

This is easy for Jack to say. He hasn't been messed around with.

[misterparker]

Parker bears his teeth.

I can bite you.

[_to_the_bone]

He draws his hands away, alarmed.

"I'm sorry, Parker."

[misterparker]

I'm a fox and you want to... You cuddle with *Frost*.

There's something vaguely scandalized about Parker's expression.

[_to_the_bone]

"You're comfy."

Tentatively, carefully, he adjusts his hold so he has an arm around him loosely, as though naturally.

"Can I please?"

[misterparker]

Can you...

Parker stands and circles around before settling back down.

[_to_the_bone]

Jack starts petting him absently, stroking fingers through his fur.

"It's a pretty colour. We could get tablemats like this."

[misterparker]

Parker buts his head into Jack's arm.

Ugly color. No tablemats.

[_to_the_bone]

Jack raises a hand to scritch behind his ear.

"You're almost like a cat, but better. I hate cats."

[misterparker]

If Parker had eyes that rolled, they'd roll.

You need to get a stuffed animal.

[_to_the_bone]

But stuffed animals aren't people he cares about.

"Are you hungry or thirsty?"

[misterparker]

I'd kill for a beer.

Parker tries to sound pathetic and rubs himself under Jack's hands. It's a sympathy ploy.

[_to_the_bone]

"You should have water."

And it'll take a minute, anyways, he's busy being happy and still playing with Parker's fur. It's lovely fur.

"Probably."

[misterparker]

Beeeeer.

Parker makes a small pathetic yip and turns to bite gently on one of Jack's fingers, teeth not breaking the skin.