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gilascaveI'm gonna do the horsie one, too, but in the meanwhile here's a ficlet for the one you wrote me. :-)
untitled werewolf!Bosco ficlet
Bosco rolled out of bed, holding back a groan of protest. The alarm had gone off ten minutes ago, and the snooze had gone off five, three, and one minutes ago.
If he hit the snooze again Brian was going to hold to his threat to kick him out of bed.
He managed to get himself upright, then walking. He stretched, deliberately not looking back at the bed. They went to bed at the same time, but Brian had the graveyard shift and Bosco had the third shift -- which meant Brian could sleep for another eight hours if he wanted to, while Bosco had to get up now if he didn't want to be late.
Being late really didn't bother him that much, except the Captain had told him that if he was late for roll call one more time this year, Bosco was going to be on foot patrol in Kaiser's Alley.
Right behind the factories with the most godawful stench; every wolf in New York avoided the place by a berth of at least a mile.
He was pretty sure the Captain wasn't just barking. He meant it, so Bosco tried really hard to get to work on time.
It was just difficult now that he had to crawl out of a bed that was warm and occupied.
When he walked back out of the bathroom, he gave Brian a glare. Sound asleep, had barely even stirred when Bosco had got out of bed. Well - he was sleeping alone now, which would serve him right for looking so comfortable now. With a smirk that made him feel better even if Brian couldn't see it, Bosco got dressed.
"You realise that's my shirt," Brian said from behind him, as Bosco was tucking his undershirt inside his jeans.
Bosco didn't look back, didn't even bother flipping him off as he left the bedroom, heading for the kitchen and breakfast.
Brian knew damn well Bosco knew whose shirt it was. Smelled like Brian, clear as anything. But there was no way in hell Bosco was going to try to explain why he was wearing it.
It was probably Brian's damn fault anyway, for making Bosco feel more comfortable, having his scent around.
untitled werewolf!Bosco ficlet
Bosco rolled out of bed, holding back a groan of protest. The alarm had gone off ten minutes ago, and the snooze had gone off five, three, and one minutes ago.
If he hit the snooze again Brian was going to hold to his threat to kick him out of bed.
He managed to get himself upright, then walking. He stretched, deliberately not looking back at the bed. They went to bed at the same time, but Brian had the graveyard shift and Bosco had the third shift -- which meant Brian could sleep for another eight hours if he wanted to, while Bosco had to get up now if he didn't want to be late.
Being late really didn't bother him that much, except the Captain had told him that if he was late for roll call one more time this year, Bosco was going to be on foot patrol in Kaiser's Alley.
Right behind the factories with the most godawful stench; every wolf in New York avoided the place by a berth of at least a mile.
He was pretty sure the Captain wasn't just barking. He meant it, so Bosco tried really hard to get to work on time.
It was just difficult now that he had to crawl out of a bed that was warm and occupied.
When he walked back out of the bathroom, he gave Brian a glare. Sound asleep, had barely even stirred when Bosco had got out of bed. Well - he was sleeping alone now, which would serve him right for looking so comfortable now. With a smirk that made him feel better even if Brian couldn't see it, Bosco got dressed.
"You realise that's my shirt," Brian said from behind him, as Bosco was tucking his undershirt inside his jeans.
Bosco didn't look back, didn't even bother flipping him off as he left the bedroom, heading for the kitchen and breakfast.
Brian knew damn well Bosco knew whose shirt it was. Smelled like Brian, clear as anything. But there was no way in hell Bosco was going to try to explain why he was wearing it.
It was probably Brian's damn fault anyway, for making Bosco feel more comfortable, having his scent around.