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"Dermot with your... teeth so white, won’t you guide my sleigh tonight."
Technically, it was a toboggan, not a sleigh. And Dermot wasn’t really guiding it; he was chasing after it as Shawn dragged it up a hill, singing bits of random Christmas songs and altering them to his liking.
Shawn had been all for the change in scenery on the island, it was the changes that Dermot had undergone around the same time that still didn’t sit too well with him. He didn’t remember asking anyone to pimp his kinkajou. And yet. He understood that some animals did strange things during the winter: bears slept, birds went elsewhere, and humans beat each other senseless for little red monsters that giggled. All very, very weird, but not as weird as a kinkajou becoming a ball of fur and fangs and claws with antennas on its ears. And all of it happening overnight.
It had been over a week now, and Shawn had more or less gotten accustomed to the animal, which also included getting used to the types of injuries an animal with those claws tended to inflict. He’d managed to avoid the teeth so far, and he hoped his luck would last for however long Dermot was stuck this way.
He continued up the hill. Or, he tried to, anyway, but was caught on something. When he turned around, he realized it was more a case of his overgrown kitten attempting to strangle him with his own scarf. "Leggo!" Shawn demanded, words running together, trying to tug the scarf out of Dermot’s mouth.
Dumb idea.
The cat just tugged harder on his end, implementing his paws into the game now, too. Rather than choke on the side of a hill, Shawn spun in place, unwinding the scarf from his neck, but before he could get a good hold of the end of it, Dermot took off running, scarf trailing behind him as he zipped through the snow.
The not-a-sleigh had gone forgotten, and Shawn darted after him, yelling the entire way. He managed to get within a good distance of the free end of the scarf, dove for it, but missed and was back on his feet a minute later. "Get. Back. Here!"
Little Boy Cat or Chairman Meow would have never pulled something like this.
[Psychic chasing a lynx. Dermot the former kinkajou looks like this until the island goes back to normal. All Ts okay]
Technically, it was a toboggan, not a sleigh. And Dermot wasn’t really guiding it; he was chasing after it as Shawn dragged it up a hill, singing bits of random Christmas songs and altering them to his liking.
Shawn had been all for the change in scenery on the island, it was the changes that Dermot had undergone around the same time that still didn’t sit too well with him. He didn’t remember asking anyone to pimp his kinkajou. And yet. He understood that some animals did strange things during the winter: bears slept, birds went elsewhere, and humans beat each other senseless for little red monsters that giggled. All very, very weird, but not as weird as a kinkajou becoming a ball of fur and fangs and claws with antennas on its ears. And all of it happening overnight.
It had been over a week now, and Shawn had more or less gotten accustomed to the animal, which also included getting used to the types of injuries an animal with those claws tended to inflict. He’d managed to avoid the teeth so far, and he hoped his luck would last for however long Dermot was stuck this way.
He continued up the hill. Or, he tried to, anyway, but was caught on something. When he turned around, he realized it was more a case of his overgrown kitten attempting to strangle him with his own scarf. "Leggo!" Shawn demanded, words running together, trying to tug the scarf out of Dermot’s mouth.
Dumb idea.
The cat just tugged harder on his end, implementing his paws into the game now, too. Rather than choke on the side of a hill, Shawn spun in place, unwinding the scarf from his neck, but before he could get a good hold of the end of it, Dermot took off running, scarf trailing behind him as he zipped through the snow.
The not-a-sleigh had gone forgotten, and Shawn darted after him, yelling the entire way. He managed to get within a good distance of the free end of the scarf, dove for it, but missed and was back on his feet a minute later. "Get. Back. Here!"
Little Boy Cat or Chairman Meow would have never pulled something like this.
[Psychic chasing a lynx. Dermot the former kinkajou looks like this until the island goes back to normal. All Ts okay]
