Cabin fever was definitely something that affected Gar more than he thought it would. The more time that he was spending inside and not shifting was an ever-growing itch that needed to be scratched at some point. And he was to that point where it was insufferable. He gave a lingering glance to the door that his boyfriend would be on the other side of, twisted up in the blankets of their bed, taking a nap as he claimed he needed after school.
Gar grinned at that. Their's. A word he enjoyed too. But the call of outside was too strong to ignore. With one more glance to the wood barrier, he released an animalistic whimper. Reaching for a pen and pad of paper that was left atop the coffee table, Gar scrawled a small note letting Will know that he had to step outside for shifting purposes.
Slipping from the apartment, Gar slid the gauntlet over his wrist before shifting into the same large green Maine coon that Enid had rescued and ran down the hall, to the steps and out the opened front door. He was tunnel-visioned and ignored any that passed him. Even though the grass was a dank brown instead of it's normal vivid green, the Maine coon purred and rolled onto the dirt and lawn. Then it stretched languidly and was spurned forward as it chased after a rabbit.
Mid pounce, the maine coone somersaulted and as it uncurled, in its place was a hare, hopping after it's kin despite the clear distinction that the hare was of a green hue.