Hello, and welcome to The Care and Keeping of Your Pet! As you surely know, a pet is a big responsibility, and we're so glad you've decided to be a concientious master. A safe pet is a happy pet, and this handbook is certain to keep your precious lifelong friend as content as can be.
The history of the animal person is a long and difficult one, with their origins not being known even to this day. However, scientists believe that despite our common appearance - most animal people have humanoid forms except for the ears, tails, and sometimes teeth - we share no common ancestry, even if the ascent of this species corresponds with that of the homo sapien. We gained dominance over each breed thousands of years ago, beginning with the dog type, who have long been considered "man's best friend." Most breeds these days are docile and perfect for owners of any speed.
Of course, it is our duty as the superior species to take care of these animal creatures, and this is inherent in their genetic makeup. Everyone knows that an animal person, when matched with their correct human master, is loyal for life - a true "soulmate," if you will. Far be it for us to turn this away! Ever since the Great Domestication, these intelligent and loving animals have served us as friends, workmates, guardians, servants, and sexual companions and will for years to come. Despite recent hubbub from so-called "Pet People's Rights Activists," this way of life is wholesome and good. Scientific research shows that the natural desire of the pet person is to be owned and cared for by a human.
So, it's your first pet. What do you need to know?
As previously stated, pet people come in as many breeds as you can possibly think of. By far and away the most popular are the dog and cat types, but exotic birds and lizards have been gaining popularity among trendsetters from L.A. to Tokyo!
All pet types are best suited for certain jobs, and when hunting for one, it is best to search for a type that suits your needs best.
However, a "True Match" - when a pet person bonds with you and only you for the rest of their natural lives - comes naturally, and sometimes takes time before you can find the pet you will be able to give a forever home to.
According to all current research, pet people are completely sentient and like us in many ways. However, it is important to remember that they have many animalistic and feral characteristics. Do not be foolish and think that your pet is a person, despite the facts that many are clothed and may be allowed to read, write, and have "hobbies." Some traditional pet owners may eschew these frivolities, and that is within their right.
Pet people age more quickly than humans, at least physically, and many types have long lifespans. It is not uncommon for pets to be passed through the family. When getting your child their first pet, it's important to keep in mind that just because the pup is tiny now, a grown pet can be jumpy around a small child.
It is important to train a pet. Discipline will be necessary. This does not make you a bad owner. Failure to train early will result in a rebellious pet. Training is especially important if you want your pet to serve as a household servant.
Remember, your pet will be extremely protective of you, especially if you are Truly Bonded. It is best to socialize them early. A socialized pet is a perfect family pet.
These days, unowned and unbonded pet people are allowed to live as strays or "Frees" in certain designated areas. Some even hold "jobs." This is against their best interest, and owners who adopt these strays are to be rewarded. Still, the best place to get pets are from liscenced kennels or breeders.
Some masters find it beneficial to participate in activities with their pets, such as shows and other competitions.
Finally, much has been made about the sexual relationship between pet and master. This is a normal facet of the bond, and humans are sure to find pet people sexually alluring. But beyond that, it is only responsible and prudent for owners to care for their pet's needs. It is a well-known fact that the libidos of pet people are remarkably strong, and when they go into heat, it is usually more convenient for a master to relieve them. There is no risk of pregnancy. All rumors of hybrids are urban legends.
Despite this, masters must remember to not view their pets as romantic partners. Humans should stay with humans.
With that said, thank you and welcome to your first day as a pet's master! |
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Ain hums. He's learning something today, about how pine trees are born. Ain's thinking the whole pinecone is the seed, but apparently that's not true? What the hell. Plants are weird. He likes them, but man they're weird.]
I see. [And then, with Mr. Snowman complete... naked, but complete... he begins gathering snow into his palm and dunks it on top of Vash's head.] You sure know a lot!
[Take that as a declaration of war, though, since Ain is already running off to start making another snowball. Who cares about trees, he has to Get Vash.]
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You-! Get back here!
[Already, Vash is reaching down to scoop up some snow into his prosthetic hand, because hey guess what when you have a cybernetic arm it means you can just pick up cold and hot things without consequence. He is making the largest snowball he possibly can, say goodbye to your head Ain-]
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Hahaha!! No, I don't want to! You'll have to catch me!
[Ain isn't too far off, maybe ten feet, and he steps forward with his snowball to yeet it at Vash's shoulder. When Vash throws his own, Ain is undoubtedly getting fucking beaned, too focused on Getting Vash to actually dodge.
He laughs again, louder this time, and crouches to make another.]
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It's so much fun, though. Vash is laughing, Ain is laughing, and it's just...nice. Vash had been dreaming about getting to enjoy something like this with Ain for a long time, and it felt unreachable for the two of them...but now, it's actually happening.
It almost doesn't feel real, even as Vash is ducking out of the way of another one of Ain's snowballs, aiming for one of his wings as he throws his next.]
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One of those bigger snowballs Vash tosses his way eventually beans him in the leg, and the sudden shock makes him stumble and fall into the snow, laughing the whole way down. From Ain's new spot in a snowbank, he sits back, gathers more snow, and throws another. This throw is light and weak, though, and that snowball probably won't hit anything.
So. He picks himself back up, and this time? He's going to Keep Walking, snowball in hand, and chase Vash down with it to hit him at point blank. Square in the back. All's fair in love and war.]
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He falls forward onto his knees, then collapses on his side, groaning dramatically with an arm thrown over his forehead.]
Ohh! You got me! Ahh...
[He rolls over onto his back in the snow, tossing his head this way and that.]
I don't think I'm gonna make it...
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boyfriendmaster is dying! Whatever shall he do?!Ain collapses next to Vash, laughing and breathless, putting a hand on his chest and letting it rest there.]
Oh, whatever will I do without you? [He cries dramatically.] Would a kiss bring you back from the edge?
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[Look, see, Vash is already turning his head. Weakly puckering up his lips....please....he's dying.....]
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[Who is Ain to talk, though? Vash is dramatic and Vash is also getting kissed, as Ain sits up and hovers over the man to push their lips together.
Should they be kissing in public? No, probably not, but... it's their last day here, and they're back behind the inn, and unless people are looking out their windows... who's gonna know. Who's gonna see Ain pressing cold hands against Vash's chest, where he can feel the charm of the necklace hidden away underneath his clothes? Who's gonna see the way Ain's wings flutter at the soft brush of lips, or the way their breath mingles in a foggy cloud as they part? No one, that's who.
...ugh. He's so in love with this dumb idiot. This absolute fucking snow-covered moron. Fuck.]
How's that? Are you alive now?
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And for a moment, he lapses, forgetting about Ain's question. Instead, he speaks before he can stop himself or think better of it, his forehead resting against Ain's.]
I wish we could stay here.
[He blurts this, breathless. Almost pleading, even though he knows neither of them can do anything about it.]
I...want to stay here. With you.
[But it's an empty request. Hollow. There's no point in even entertaining it.]
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[So much. He wants so much with Vash. A future, mostly; a warm bed to curl up in, more cookies from that bakery, to sing songs at the fountain and take dumb trips to the laundromat and bathe in that too-small shower. He wants to tell Vash he loves him and have it not be forbidden and illegal, to not fear that Vash will panic and run off because of the lingering threat of death over their heads or simply because he doesn't feel the same way.]
...you. I just want you, and to be here, but we can only have one. And if I had to pick, I would always choose you.
[He knows, if it came down to it, Vash could easily foist him off onto an owner here. Someone would take Ain in easily, and that would be that. But Ain can't stand the thought of Vash ever going anywhere without him, a conversation they had days ago when Ain was delirious with fever and seconds from sinking his teeth into Vash's neck just to make being claimed obvious.]
We can come back, though. I'll memorize the route, and we'll pay a visit when we can. Maybe... next time, everything will be alright. We can have a little home... a nice garden... a real bathtub... And I'll kiss you awake every morning.
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Because it's not possible. Not while Nai is alive. Things will come to a head between them, it's undeniable, and the nightmare will only end when either Nai stops breathing, or Vash does. And if it's the latter, well...the world is going to have a worse storm on its horizon in the years following, of that Vash can guarantee. They don't have the same lifespans mortals do. Nai can afford to wait decades if he needs to, biding his time until the right moment to strike arises...
And Vash doesn't want Ain to be at the epicenter of that. There have already been too many close calls.
Taking a breath, Vash moves his arms up to Ain's neck, wrapping them around his shoulders gently so he can pull him down against his chest for a hug, his chin tucked against his shoulder. He looks up at the sky, watching the snow steadily fall down on top of them, and...
He decides to lie, because it's better than the truth.]
Yeah. Next time...next time we will.
[He gives Ain a squeeze, holding him as close as possible for a few more lingering moments, as if he's afraid he'll disappear otherwise.]
It'll be great.
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He presses his lips into the side of Vash's neck, gentle yet firm. A promise, somehow, that they'll return and settle down and it'll be alright. His dreams are too domestic, maybe, but what else would anyone want in their situation? A million dollars? Yeah, okay, good luck solving the Nai situation that way!]
Do you want to head in? We can take a hot shower and relax before we have to leave.
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...what Vash will do however, with no restraint or questions asked, is reach out to take Ain's hand to hold with his flesh-and-blood hand.]
They might have more hot chocolate in the lobby.
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Ain squeezes Vash's hand in his anyway, drawing it up to his lips in a moment of lost inhibitions. He kisses the back of it with his eyes fluttering shut, sighing into the skin, and only when his brain clicks on a while later does he realise oh no and suddenly drop their hands in between them.]
Okay. Hot chocolate and a shower. C'mon.
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Back into the inn they go, leaving behind their odd little winged snowman behind the inn. If the snow keeps up as it has all week...he may just stay there a while, as a reminder they were here.
As they head back inside, the lobby is packed with people trying to keep warm from the cold. Just like the other day, there's complimentary hot chocolate available for guests, which Vash tugs Ain over to make some of their own. There's even a little dish of mini marshmallows for it and everything. Vash, too caught up in thoughts about............everything, does not notice how people are kindof just. Watching them sidelong, because Vash hasn't once let Ain's hand go. He's standing very close, cheeks flushed red both from the cold as much as it's from close proximity with Ain.
It's all Very Suss, but so many people staying here remember Ain as that pretty bird that sang on the streetcorner that they forget to judge. Mostly.
But with that, it's back to their room. To enjoy their hot chocolate, and a nice warm shower, and then to just...exist for one more night before they have to step back into the unknown, back into a world that's cruel, unforgiving, and will waste no time tearing them down.]
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For the time being, they sit in silence, drinking and enjoying each other. There's not much to do other than speak, but Ain is content to have a wing around Vash's shoulder and warm up thanks to a combination of body heat and hot chocolate. It's like the fact that he had a cold just a day ago has been forgotten. Now they're just... Warm. And despite everything, Ain is happy. Maybe that's Vash's influence over him, maybe that's just blind positivity in the face of anxiety, who knows. Who cares.
It's when they finish their hot chocolate and head off to the shower that he speaks next.]
Did you want to leave tonight? Or tomorrow morning?
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I...want to leave in the morning, but...
[They've already lingered in this town longer than he'd normally consider safe. To that end, he's fairly certain they've just gotten lucky up to this point.]
It would be smarter if we left tonight.
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[Ain can manage several hours of flight, but with cargo (Vash) that's harder. They'll need to stop off somewhere for a few hours in between trips. Ain knows exactly where his hometown is without even thinking about it; he's well-travelled enough. Also, bird senses. Bird senses are incredibly weird.
So. He takes Vash's empty cup and stacks it with his own, and then shuffles them both off to the bathroom.]
We can leave after dinner. I'll need food in my stomach if we're going to be flying.
[It's either that or they go on a long hike through the mountains and like. Honestly? Ain would just prefer to get to Eve as soon as possible, so she can fix his arm up and they can try to relax a little. At least about that.]
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We could go to that diner we ate at when we first got here, if you want? That place was pretty good.
[He might be biased though because his last memory of it was having his brains fucked out as soon as they got back from eating there, ssooooooo]
Also…will you be okay flying in the snow? It’ll be cold…
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[If he collapses with pneumonia, uhhhhh... Oh well?]
Besides, we can fly outside of the snow before we can walk outside of it.
[Said as he's helping Vash take his arm off and... hm. Frowning at the damage that they haven't talked about, but he won't voice it now. Instead, he's going to help Vash get undressed, like a good pet. Shirt off... Pants... Well, forgive him for hooking his fingers into Vash's waistband to pull him in for a kiss, he's not trying to be horny he sweaaaaaars...]
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He hopes Ain doesn’t pay much attention to his arm as he removes it, and it seems he’s rewarded in that by the way he’s suddenly tugged in for a kiss. It leaves him smirking against Ain’s lips, reaching his hands around to drag the fingertips up between his wings. Carefully.]
What’d I do to deserve that, hm?
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[Ain is a monster when it comes to physical affection. It's never enough with him, ever. He always wants more of it, like the hand in his feathers, like all the times he's woken up this week to Vash cuddled up to him. It's extremely validating. And... Like. It's as close as he's gonna get to them putting a label on anything, when one of them is oblivious and the other is struggling to say anything.
Maybe that's worse. Ain's certainly not thinking about it.]
You smile all goofy when I kiss you, too. It's cute.
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[Vash shrugs one shoulder, rubbing the space between Ain’s wings. It’s…very tempting to drag his hand through those feathers, wanting to feel the softness of his wings. But…he knows what would happen if he did. They’d be late leaving…if they even left before morning at all.
On a whim, Vash leans back in to kiss Ain’s nose.]
And it makes me happy, too. I can’t really explain it.
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Good. I like kissing you, and you'd have to fight me to get me to stop!
[Once clothes are off, he's turning the shower on and getting into it, dragging Vash in with him. They can do what they did last time, wash each other's hair and be stupidly affectionate, only this time they don't have to sit down. Ain's still grabbing the detachable showerhead to spray them down with, though, even as he lathes up Vash's hair.
And, maturely, he immediately sprays the guy right in the face for a single second, giggling like a schoolgirl about it. Surprise.]
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I thought I replied to this but I was actually yelling about Elsword
lifts you
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eve is way too smart for me i am Making This Up as i go
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finally a journal i have-
THE BABY THE LEGEND
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not to introduce a/b/o into the situation but also--
BUT ALSO
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me voice: and i added the el masters to this timeline because ???
they deserve to be here too its fine
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