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.002 Δ [Voice]

Okay. Okay.

[York's voice is the soft but urgent hiss of someone who's freaking out but doesn't want to alarm the people around him. The sound quality, for those sensitive to that sort of thing, indicates that he may have, you know. Locked himself in the bathroom. As one does.]

Can I lodge a complaint? I dunno who to, exactly, but I'da hoped this would be the kind of thing that got covered in the rookie's field manual as early as possible.

[He pauses.]

Turning into a werewolf, I mean.

[The pause is practically italicized. Whatever's happening to York, he is strenuously unhappy about it, and the tension rides his voice hard.]

Like, the fact that that's apparently a real possibility in this universe.

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[Be out of the bathroom by the time I get back, York.

That's what she'd told him. That's what she'd said. And she'd thought that was enough time for him to get over his little tantrum.

Apparently it wasn't.]

YORK!

[That... sure almost sounds more like a roar than a yell.]

You get out of that bathroom right. Now.

[That roar goes right through him, twanging the strings that warn of danger, danger, tuck yourself in small and run, you're out of your league, dude.

But York stopped paying attention to that little voice of self-preservation ages ago, when it comes to her.]

You have your own bathroom, Carolina!

[Ages ago.]

Nathaniel Levy, you get your ass out here right now!

[She bangs on the door with her fist, absolutely furious.

...She's not even sure why she's this mad about it, really, but holy shit York are you five????]

You can't live in the god damn bathroom!

[YOU ARE LIKE, WORSE THAN TUCKER RN]

[Oh man, there goes Carolina, dropping that real full name shit. York feels his ears flatten, but the sad whine in his throat is NOT getting out, no sirree. He bites his tongue before answering.]

I have water, I can survive at least three weeks!

York.

[Oh no. Commander tone. Cool and calm and she's gonna tear your head off, man.]

You have ten. Seconds. To get out of there.

[Because he's York, he wastes a valuable three seconds on pure tight-jawed stubbornness.

But because he's York, it's only three seconds.]

I'm turning into a werewolf, and I have a tail.

[So that's at least why her second-in-command has suddenly locked himself in the bathroom.]

York, you're not turning into a werewolf.

[Because that's ridiculous!]

And even if you were, locking yourself in the bathroom is not going to fix. anything.

. . .

[He opens the door.

>.( !!!]

A tail, Carolina.

[Carolina has to slap her hand over her mouth.

He's vain, he's delicate, she can't do this to him oh god she can't laugh. Swallow hard, Carolina.]

Well.

[Carolina is looking a little strange too, though whether it's because of pure stubbornness or because she was bitten later her changes have progressed much less. Hidden past her hand, though, her teeth have begun to become much sharper and more canine, and her hair's paled to near white.]

It doesn't. Look.. too terrible.

[He looks like a furry]

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[His expression gets even more sour. As if he doesn't know what he looks like. As if he didn't know exactly how she'd react.

The way his ears twitch flatter and his stupid little Yorkie tail sinks even lower doesn't help his image in the least, though.]

Gee, thanks, Carolina. You know how to make a guy feel pretty.

[But it's not like he's going to miss her hair. His scowl gentles into a more concerned and thoughtful frown.]

Hell. 'Z it happening to you, too?

[God, even his face moves like a puppy-- wait, no, that's just how York's always been. She sighs a little, hand still over her mouth.]

That's right. Apparently it's been happening to a lot of people.

[She has to look him over once more she's so sorry york]

But I'm not sure everyone got something as fitting as you did.

[this is totally serious business and she should totally be concerned but none of the reds and blues are here to witness her 'loosen up' so it's ~fine~ ok]

It's not--!

[Oh god that sure came out on a little puppy yipe. He plasters a furred hand over his own mouth, staring down at the floor as if it has personally betrayed him.

And then, without further speech, he steps back into the bathroom and starts to close the door again.

Yes. Good-bye. Farewell.]

[Carolina practically hiccups into her laughter, not at all prepared for that. She covers her mouth, keeping it as quiet as she can, and slams her other hand against the door.]

Nononono. No you don't.

[GOD DAMNIT YORK YOU WILL NOT DO THIS]

Carolina...!

[He pushes harder. His mortification only gives him strength! Except not really. His feet aren't getting much purchase on the bathroom tile, either, and a doggy whine starts to sneak out of his throat.]

North hasn't seen me yet, leave me some kind of dignity!

This isn't about dignity, York!

[She tries to wedge herself into the space between the door and its jamb.]

You can't just-- hide in the bathroom while everyone else finds a way to fix this!

[WHY ARE YOU BEING SUCH A BABY EVERYONE'S FURRY]

[SOME ARE FURRIER THAN OTHERS, CAROLINA. SOME ARE FURRIER THAN OTHERS.]

I could.

[...But he won't. He doesn't let up on the door, but he doesn't try to squish her in the jamb or anything, either.]

What are people doing? They got a plan?

I would know more if I wasn't spending my day trying to get you out of the bathroom.

[She tries to stare him down through the door gap, heaving a sigh that feels like a blow from a heater.]

The only thing I've figured out so far is that most of who I've talked to were attacked by a fused pokémon of the same species. Like the arcanine fusion we saw, and the... bat... dog.... you faced. Which means there's a probably a lot of people dealing with this right now.

[His fur twitches when the heat of her breath hits his skin, and he scrunches his eyes a little. That's weird. Everything about this is weird. His gaze shifts away for a moment.

A lot of people dealing with this. A lot of people that need help. She's asking him to be one of the good guys again.

It's been a while since that worked out for him.

York sighs in a much less fire-breathing way and eases back to let her in.]

Okay, okay. First priority, see if we can round up those poor messed-up Pokémon and stop this from getting any worse. Right?

[She steps inside and gives him that look, that look that kind of feels like when someone says, "that's my boy". That proud and satisfied look that almost, almost seems smug, but just so happens to be sincere.]

That's right.

[She reaches up to check out some of the fur on his face, trying not to seem amused. And failing.]

Though I guess I could get you some more coverage before we head out.

Well, my clothes came with a--uh.

[He blinks, and it's clear again how unused he's become to touch, to contact, when he'd always been the one to offer or ask for a hand.

York tilts his head just slightly into Carolina's hand, huffs a laugh in spite of how unhappy he is about his new role as Beast Boy.]

Hff, okay, hey there. What are you doing?

[His fur is so soft. Like stroking the fluffiest puppy.]

Oh-hohoohhhno.

[She has to giggle, gently scritching at his face. He really does feel like a puppy dog and it's SO ENDEARINGLY FUNNY oh god she can't wait to show North--]

Ohhh I'm sorry, York, this is terrible.

[SHE SAYS WHILE 'AWWW' LAUGHING]

Are--are you petting me? Carolina?

[But he's tipping his head even more, smile spreading, giving her access to his ears, and--oh. Oh man.

His plucky little tail is wagging and he doesn't even care.]

Awful. Unforgivable. I can't believe this. Little higher, please.

[A little higher as instructed because she CANNOT LET THIS END JUST YET SHES SO SORRY YORK THIS IS SO FUNNY]

Awwwww. Are you a good boy, York?

[Oh this is priceless. Oh. God, where is North]

[He snort-laughs, and part of him is still embarrassed and defensive and grumpy about being caught up in what sounds like might be another immoral science experiment, but Carolina is laughing (and he knew she would, but he'd forgotten what it would mean to him), and fuck if her fingers don't feel nice in his fur. Oh, oh man, yes, get up there behind his ear, oh yes yes. He's closed his eyes, but he opens his good one halfway, smiling.]

That depends. There a treat in it for me if I am?

[There's a rumble of laughter that she tries to suppress to speak, and it sounds almost growly, but at the same time it's still very much her laugh.

She keeps up the scritches when she answers--]

There sure is.

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