Saturday September 14th 2019
Who: Garret and Rorie (as a lemur) What: Finding a sleeping lemur Where: Garret's office When: 2am (so technically Sunday) Rating: PG Note: Lots of Garret rambling
The evening with Finn had been a lot less... boozy than normal. It had still been pleasant though, and Garret had enjoyed the night, even though he had needed to call it an early one. Taking a few classes on top of work meant that he had to cram in homework when he could, which meant that at two in the morning he was going to his office to get his textbook to do some last minute reading. He had two hundred pages to get through before Monday.
Phasing through the door, Garret switched on the light, sat down at his desk and opened the bottom drawer, and paused. His book was in there, yes, but on top of it was a curled up, sleeping ring tailed lemur. Rorie. He couldn't even fathom how the little lycan had managed to sneak his way into the building, or how he had gotten into the office, or into the drawer without opening it. And for that matter, why was he in Garret's desk? ten years ago, when Garret had still been on security, Rorie had ridden on his shoulders during rounds on the full. Maybe his little lemur mind had associated this place with Garret, and he wanted to reconnect to what was familiar. It made as much sense as anything.
"Hey," Garret said softly, stroking the little primate's fur. Rorie bristled, chirping in surprise before opening his large, round eyes, with a look that seemed to say 'Took you long enough'. Garret chuckled. "You can't sleep in my desk. For one, you're on my book. And another, it's going to be really cramped in there come morning." Holding a hand out, Garret clicked his tongue, and Rorie came running up his arm to curl around the back of his neck, just like before. "There we go," he cooed. Grabbing his book, Garret moved carefully to his feet, pausing a moment to look at his desktop. He could figure out where Rorie's campus apartment was, and bring him home. It would take about fifteen seconds. "I don't want to bring you home," he decided after a minute, and Rorie chirped approvingly. Or because he was impatient and wanted to move. Whichever. "I'll take you to my place. I have bananas, and pineapple juice, and apples I think... unless Pais got into to bag again..." Walking to the door, Garret switched off the light, paused a moment, closed his eyes and exhaled softly. "Wanna make history?" he asked, not letting Rorie respond before pushing himself through the door, slowly, the lemur still tight on his shoulders. When they had made it through fully, Garret stood for a moment, thinking, letting things settle where they needed to settle. Finally he opened his eyes, and grinned. "You're the first living thing to do that with me," he grinned, starting to walk down the long corridor. "And you won't even remember it tomorrow. I guess you won't remember a lot." Rorie clicked a few times, and flicked his tail, possibly in protest. Garret scratched the lemur's head. "So I can tell you anything. Like how I'm secretly reading Wesley's medical textbooks in the hope that, if I learn enough about the human body, I can become intangible with someone else connected to me and not fuck up our DNA. Won't that be exciting?"
Rorie flicked his tail, and bit Garret's ear. Garret hissed and flicked the primate's flank, which just made Rorie bite him again. "Fine!" Garret growled, scratching the spot just above the tail to soothe the asshole beast. "I won't bore you with medical talk. Even though it's incredibly interesting." Frowning, they walked in silence for a bit longer, Garret's mind jumping between how this was a terrible idea, bringing Rorie back to his house, and wondering if he had enough fruit to last through the night. "You know," he said after a while, making Rorie's ears twitch, "that being around you really sucks. I mean it actually hurts, you know? I just... I hate it. You would think that nine years might change a man's mind, but apparently it doesn't. I'm still just as in love with you now as I was then." There, he had said it out loud. He felt a little better. He felt better still that Rorie wouldn't recall any of this in the morning. "I love you, Rorie Foss. I can't believe you kept my name. You've no idea how much that kills me."
Arriving finally at his apartment, Garret stepped through the door, just as pleased this time as he was the previous. "Animals are easy," he decided. "Your genetic makeup is so much different than mine, you're like a book. No way to cross contaminate, really." Rorie leapt from his shoulders onto the counter, which sent Pais into an apparent panic. He didn't like this ring tailed thing on his counter. "Easy," Garret said softly, petting the dog's head to ease his whimpers and prevent barking. "He's fine. He's just... sort of a weird little cat thing, only he's a monkey. Not that you know what a monkey is." Taking a banana from the fruit basket, Garret peeled it and split it in half, at the rapt attention of both his flatmates. Half went to Rorie, who took it greedily in his paws and gobbled it up, and half went to Pais who slobbered all over it and left mushy puddles on the floor. With a sigh and a groan, Garret grabbed another banana and his text book, stepped out of his shoes and headed for the bedroom, Pais and Rorie hot on his heels. This was going to be a long, banana filled evening.