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Tweak says, "It tickles!"

Henry McCoy (i_thebeast) wrote in we_coexist,
@ 2011-08-10 16:05:00

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baba yaga, bad moon, henry mccoy, jesse custer

Down by the Bay of the Hanky Panky (open!)
Hank was… getting used to his bear form. Starting to enjoy it, a little. As soon as he'd found he could shift back and forth the whole thing became much more tolerable. Well, that and rumors has spread that he was not the only one, so maybe it was just the City toying with them as Hannibal suggested it sometimes did.

At nights he went out to the park, strolling around in his bear form and exploring. He liked to sniff out things, then take them to a hiding spot and come back to investigate them when he was human. The comparison between the sets of senses were pleasing, if not a bit useless.

Tonight, though, Hank went to the docks in human form, slipping into and ally and changing out of his clothes, shifting quickly. It was getting easier, the more he did it, and soon a polar bear was sneaking guiltily down to the water.

When he got to the edge he blinked, staring at the water and sniffing it. He almost smiled, though he was a bit nervous. The bear wanted to go in, to see if there was food. The human part of him knew polar bears were great swimmers, he'd studied up on them when he'd first returned to human form, but he was still a bit apprehensive even after deciding to come here.

All it really took was a small frog jumping into the water to his side, and Hank's predatory instincts took over. He lurched forward into a semi-graceful dive into the water, plunging in and finding the water perfectly deep enough for a giant mammal to enter for a swim.

Hank human mind felt a flash of terror as he cannonballed and the water enveloped him; he'd never actually swam before and had never been in water deeper than the shallow baths his mother had given him as a child, but the bear kicked in and knew what to do, plunging down and down and looking around. The moonlight didn't allow for much light, but it was still very clear, and as Hank turned joyfully he felt the polar bear's full appreciation for the world under the surface where his weight and bulk didn't mean so much.

Hank surfaced, taking a deep breath of air before spotting his frog on a rope hanging down into the water, looking disinterested. He went still, then lunged for it, far too slow to catch the slimy creature as it hopped into the water and bolted away, but then again he wasn't really interested in catching it anyway. He couldn't imagine frogs tasted that good raw, whatever the French liked to do with them in the kitchen.

Yes, Hank was a happy polar bear, surfacing and diving and testing how long he could go underwater. As long as no boat ran over him he could see spending the night here.

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i_thebeast
2011-08-11 12:54 am UTC (link)

If bears could blush, Hank would have. Instead he just looked incredibly admonished, even stopping his scratching and getting down, letting out a deep sigh.

"Dunno. I sarry," he apologized again. "I hear... aniwals all di'rrent. Could 'come anything. Or nothing. I'se turned fra' a wolve...." he stopped. Man. It would almost be worth it to turn back and hide behind something, just so that he could speak to this man. He looked down, then moved over to the gravel, extending his claws and starting to etch a phone number into the dirt. "Call. I talk clearer when huwan."

He looked at him, then walked over and sniffed the hand, carefully reigning in his own resistance to the closeness. His eyebrows knit. He couldn't smell blood anymore. "You ok?"

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cowboy_god
2011-08-11 12:58 am UTC (link)

Jesse watched the bear, then took out the phone and put the number into it under Doctor Bear. Because he had to. He even smiled as he did it.

Then he showed Doctor Hank his hand.

"I'm just fine, thanks." Might turn into anything. If a wolf bit a guy and the guy turned into a bear, Jesse supposed that he had a chance of not being a bear himself.

He wasn't sure how to feel about that. The unexpected was almost worse in a way.

"Listen, Doctor, I'm gonna go home. Wait. See if I change into anything, but you bet yer ass I'm gonna be callin you either way. You just get back to yer swimmin, and have a nice night." He wasn't mad at all, despite the curse words. He didn't even think about them when he spoke, though he supposed that someone else might take them as seriousness. "And don't worry 'bout me, you seem to be havin a good time with it, maybe I can too."

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i_thebeast
2011-08-11 01:07 am UTC (link)

Hank would have bitten his lip if he could without biting it off. Instead he paused and then held up a paw, bidding the man to wait.

"It hurts, the first, then gets easier," he said regretfully. "Do not have clothes, in case they get too tight, i' you get larger." It was all he could do, suggest ways to minimize the impact. "Call," he nodded, then backed off. Suddenly he wasn't so happy. Maybe he should confine himself and not turn anymore, after all, he didn't want to hurt anybody. He was a man of medicine and science, sworn to do no harm.

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	cowboy_god 2011-08-11 01:17 am UTC (link)
	Jesse paused to listen, and took it all to heart. It made sense that something like this wouldn't feel too good. Or be the greatest thing for clothes. "Listen." He said, being a little more gentle and more serious. "Really don't worry about it, hear? Really. I ain't gonna be mad at ya any way it goes." He really really meant that. "I'll call. Give my word." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	i_thebeast 2011-08-11 01:29 am UTC (link)
	Hank nodded, and when he was alone again wandered to the waterside. He lay down and looked at the water, despite the assurances his still felt guilty, and instead of getting back into the water he just lowered his paw and touched the surface, watching the ripples. (Reply to this) (Parent)

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