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[viliorate]

[In the months since being forcibly changed into a wendigo, Kimbley has gotten used to the cold. It's comforting, in an odd way. Maybe that's because he's a creature of the cold. It makes sense, doesn't it? It's funny in some twisted, bitter way that a man who was always cold in prison is now a creature that exists only in the frigid cold.

But that's not bothering him right now, not really. It makes him angry, but Kimbley's content to shove it away and not focus on it.

What is bothering him, is how hot it's getting. And how his fur has decided that now is a good time to start shedding everywhere in an effort to stay cool. The antlers are probably in danger of falling out soon, too, but right now he's miserable because of how just touching his mane causes fur to fall out.]

Dammit! What the hell is this?!

[So he's going to angrily shout at nothing because that makes him feel a little better.]

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[viliorate]

[At least Kimbley will be talking about nothing in particular to make the situation less awkward.

Eventually he finishes, at least with his chest and shoulders. The mane hasn't shrunk in size that much, but it still looks less dense than it was. Still fluffy as hell, though.]

[sadisticwarfare]

[That's perfectly fine! He doesn't mind talking about nothing.

That said, he can sort of see a difference in what Kimbley's done so far, but man that is a lot of fur...]

Would you like me to take care of the back now?

[viliorate]

[He really hates having fur everywhere. Maybe he should buy a few razors instead of brushing it out.

Kimbley nods.]

Yeah, go ahead.

[sadisticwarfare]

[That depends on how quickly it grows back. They might need more than a few...

Archer takes the brush and begins to work on the back like Kimbley did with the front. He's careful and doesn't pull too hard, but he's trying to be as efficient as possible.]

[viliorate]

[Thankfully, Kimbley doesn't seem to mind too much, but it is a little awkward. It's not that he feels awkward about asking Archer for help, but today has involved a lot of touching; he's not really sure how he feels about it.

It's a good thing he can't blush anymore, because otherwise he'd be bright red.]

[sadisticwarfare]

[That is pretty handy, isn't it?

Archer finds this a little odd, but it's better than leaving Kimbley's fur knotted forever, so he's glad he can help. He just focuses on that: helping. It's nothing more than that, obviously!]

[viliorate]

[It's really strange, but Kimbley wouldn't ask anyone else.

Obviously he's just asking because he doesn't trust anyone!]

[sadisticwarfare]

[Well obviously!! Who else would you ask anyway? He's already living with you so this makes the most sense!]

[viliorate]

[If anyone else tried to touch Kimbley, they'd probably be severely hurt.

...don't think too hard about why he'd let Archer touch him, though. You're better off!]

[sadisticwarfare]

[Well, it would just be weird otherwise, right? It's not like they're always touching or anything, but if there was no touching involve that would be pretty strange.]

[viliorate]

[Well, they are friends.

That just makes Archer special!

...They just happen to sleep in the same bed.]

[sadisticwarfare]

[That's just because they don't have enough room for another bed!

...And Archer also sleeps better with someone there, look that's not important.]

[viliorate]

[It's complicated! Kimbley knows this!]

[sadisticwarfare]

[Exactly! There's not reason to over-think it!]

...There, that should do it. How does that feel?

[viliorate]

[He reaches to feel the back of his mane, smirking faintly.]

It's really thinned out, hasn't it? Maybe now I can keep cool.

[Or at the very least, Archer will be able to use Kimbley to cool off.]

[sadisticwarfare]

I hope so. I can't imagine how terrible it would be to have to deal with this heat with all that fur.

[He's having a hard time as it is! Archer starts cleaning up, handing the brush back to Kimbley.]

[viliorate]

[Kimbley takes the brush, still feeling awkward, but he looks pleased, and feels less like he's going to literally melt at any moment.

Being a frozen deer monster in the summer really sucks.]

At least now I'm not gonna shed all over the apartment.

[sadisticwarfare]

Good. I was getting a little tired of cleaning.

[It's funny because he never stops cleaning!!]

[viliorate]

[That actually gets him to laugh, though it's quiet.]

And here I was wondering if you were going to be disappointed because I'm not nearly so fluffy now.

[sadisticwarfare]

Wh-What would give you an idea like that?

[Good thing he can't blush, otherwise he'd be bright red right now.]

[viliorate]

What's that look for?

[He was just teasing...

Archer only gives a look like that when Kimbley's said something completely correct without meaning to, too.]

[sadisticwarfare]

[No, not at all-- Okay yes, maybe.]

That's a ridiculous idea, Kimbley.

[viliorate]

[...]

Well, yeah, that's why it was a joke.

[sadisticwarfare]

...Oh. Well you should have made that clearer!

[This is your fault, shut up.]

[viliorate]

[How is it his fault?]

...Do you seriously want to touch my fur?

[Okay, that is completely his fault.]