But if I'm not? {Tommyinnit au}

That funnel is silly

When they see the cage, they all smile a happy, bright smile, and get up too get me. Wilbur gets the cage from the woman, while Phil walks up to the reception desk and begins to sign a bunch of papers. Techno peers curiously through the grille at me, and I can see his anticipation.

"How are you today, Theseus?" he asks in an almost ridiculously nice voice.
 If it had been someone else who asked me the same question when I was human, I would probably slap them on the spot without thinking.
 But now it's not some rude guy, but Techno, my Techno, who said those nice words. One of the members in my new family, who love their little pet.

A warm feeling spreads in my chest.

When we get home, I noticed that the family really had prepared for me. Some off the things they'd bought wasn't a big deal, like the food- and water bowls in one of the corner off the kitchen, or that they had bought some toys, while other things were more visible, like the cat flap in their door, or the fact that I'd gotten a bigger shoebox with the letters 'THESEUS' painted all over it. 

But now that my wound had healed to the point were I could walk again (even if I still limped) I was finnaly eable to explore the house. The bottom floor was quite normal - hallway, kitchen, bathroom, living room. But as soon as i saw the stairs going upstairs, I felt how a little exited sparkle tingled from my nose to my tail tip. I ran up the stairs as fast as I could (not fast) and looked around. 

It was a corridor with five doors, three on the left side, and two on the right side. I don't even have to go inside to see which was whos. By this time, I've learned to differentiate their scents. 

 The two doors closest to me on my left side have a strong smell off Wilbur and Techno, and Phil has hung up one off his black feather outside one off the doors to the right. Beside his door was a white door with a glass window, revealing the trees outside. Probably a balcony. When I think about it, it makes sense. Phil, who is a bird hybrid, woud surely like an little open area where he could throw himself up into the air. 

But the fifth room has just a tiny sign on it, spelling the words 'GUEST'. Despite the fact that the room is probably almost emptey, I still wanted get in. I'm just about to start scratching the door, when I realize it's probably a really bad idea. Plus, I hear fast footsteps coming up the stairs. I turn around, just in time to see Wilbur coming upstairs. When he saw me, he smiled. 

"How are you enjoying our house, little buddy?" he asked, like he knew that I actually understood.
I chirped as an answear.
Wilbur made a grimace, and said with a voice that sounded almost like he was sobbing:
"You've been in this house two times, and you already know how to melt my heart. Seriously, you don't know how cute you are."
Wilbur opened his door, and as the curious creature I am, I walked inside. It was quite nice inside, a room that I'd liked to have in the orphanage. 

A large window let in the last rays of the afternoon, which filled the room with a glowing orange light. A wooden desk stood in the corner of the room, filled with paper, pencils and what I assumed were school books. A (compared to my own at the orphanage) large, made bed was under the window. A wardrobe was placed in one of the corners, and on the wall hung a guitar.

"Welcome," Wilbur said as I stepped inside. 
I looked at him, before I juped up in his bed and curled up on it. Wilbur let out a gasp before half sneaking, half running up to me. 
"Theseus, you're so adorable," he whispered.
Wilbur frowned, and after a moment he added:
"But that funnel looks silly on you. I really wanna take it off, but I know you need it."
He carefully lay down in bed next to me, and slowly moved his hand towards me. I let him come closer. 

It's a strange feeling to be patted. Wilbur's hand is soft when it strokes my fur, unlike almost every other person I've dealed with. Before I ran away, I used to have a hard time letting people hold me. I still remember my latest fosterfathers hard hands, with a tight grip around my wrist, and that face he made before he started beating me. When I got back to the orphanage, I wouldn't let anyone touch me for several months. 

But all that felt very far away, almost like it was a faded dream. I was here now, in Wilbur's bed. My new friend (and technically owner) was here, fondling me. I was almos asleep, but I could still se his soft smile. 

I closed my eyes.

I wanted this moment to last forever. 

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So... how's you life? Mine was good, but I have a lot of samples on the upcoming weeks, so... actually I don't know why I brought that up.  I mean, the updates are already slow, it's not like anythings gonna change... right?

I'm not sure I found the right translation for some of the words, but I'm too tired to deal with it. 

And don't forget to google 'raccon sound'. I promise, that is one off the cutest things my ears ever heard. 

Se ya in the next update!