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[ralliesprotests]

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Unfortunately it's no longer the 90s, so feel free to leave a message after the beep but I ain't gonna check it.
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[ralliesprotests]

"Yeah, well, it's weird like this. Good weird, but normally when people touch my fur I'm in crinos or lupus." Rowan's glad neither of them seem to be taking advantage, even though, knowing them, they'll save it for another time. They curl in, pressing a kiss to each of their crowns while they can, then wiggle out from underneath them.

"And it's uncontrollable, yeah. Humans can tell we're dangerous, subconsciously. Animals too. We'll see what happens when I can, though." Rowan says, before closing their eyes and changing again. It takes a little longer this time, the shift from glabro to lupus more dramatic, but when it's done, they're sharing the bed with a wolf. Smaller than most, but still larger than most dogs, and rangy, tail wagging a little cautiously. Rowan's fur is thick and luxurious, a mottled silver all over, matching their eyes which haven't changed colour.

They pad one step closer, watching both humans, then nose into them with a cold, wet snout. They both smell so good in this form, warm and strong and inviting, blending together along with Rowan's own scent on their hands and clothes and faces.

[woocas]

Lucas is definitely guilty of being the other ticklish one, "Make that three, right?" But Max is also guilty!

Sitting back gives Lucas a few moments to consider again what their other form might actually look like. Maybe closer to werewolves back home? His eyes go wide watching those changes take place until at last Rowan's fully a wolf. Blinking a few times, he smiles and waits for Rowan to approach.

"Hey," He says quietly when they nose him, gently catching his fingers in the fur of their neck and booping their nose with his own. Their eyes are the same as always and that makes him smile brighter. "Thank you...for sharing this part of you with us."

The circumstances for why now didn't matter anymore.

[maximumcake]

"All of this is kind of good weird..." Max says, still tentative. But their kiss soothes back some of his lingering anxieties. They will figure it all out. They've already committed to this.

"Hey, hey... I'm not that ticklish." Except he is.

He goes quiet as Rowan slips away from them, waiting for the big reveal. And it sure is a sight to behold. Wow. Wolves are big.

"Ah," he yelps playfully, "cold nose." But he's laughing and his eyes are twinkling with amazement as his fingers dig into the fur on their back, running through it and testing its thickness.

"Yes," he adds to Lucas' statement, "Thank you, Rowan."

[ralliesprotests]

Rowan lets out a huff of fond amusement at both of them, tail wagging lightly. Reaching out, they put a large paw carefully over Lucas' hand and then Max's, gazing up at them with large eyes. They can't smile at them in this form, but they can still show a bit of human affection, remind them that they can understand, and that they're still Rowan, and that they appreciate the thanks.

And then they flop down, sprawled out over both laps, tail wagging even harder. Since they're in this form, they might as well make the most of it. Time for pets!

[woocas]

That comment just earns Max a look. He's so getting it, but not now. Now is the time for pets!

How could Lucas possibly resist with Rowan being cute like this, laying across both of them? They are definitely getting scritches until they've had their fill of them. Eventually Lucas worms his way out from under Rowan and settles himself on one side so Max can take the other.

All the other questions can wait, for now there's just the simple, unfiltered joy for being with the two people he cares for the most without the weight of holding any back.

last one from me

[maximumcake]

Max smiles, looking them deep in their wonderful grey eyes, just as soulful and unchanged. No fear here, only love and admiration for his... mate.

He laughs when they flop over him. He doesn't mind being at the bottom of the pile either, so he repositions slightly to make room for Lucas but stays where he is. His fingers dig deep into Rowan's fir, scratching beneath their chin and behind their ears.

He could be content to cuddle and pet them for hours like this. All three of them together, warm and comfortable. It's a dream come true. He's in no hurry to wake up.

[ralliesprotests]

Rowan has no intention of going anywhere. And for a while, scritches and warm hands in their fur are enough to keep them in lupus form. But eventually the need to return the embrace wins out, and they change back into homid, curling around and into the pair of them. It feels like heaven, and they too have no intention on going anywhere. Max and Lucas are stuck with them now.