YOOOOO SPECIFIC SPICE SENSITIVITY/ALLERGY BROS!! Being in a room with cumin or turmeric genuinely makes it hard to breath, but god if I don't want to get at a plate of curry..
Okay but genuinely Feral!Jekyll content my beloved. Maybe the HJ7 fucks with his brain more than he likes to admit, maybe it's a result of ~trauma~, but Henry having moments where he is Just A Littol Creachure, Thas It, He Cannot Change This are supreme. He's walking around the Society at night before seeing a bit of movement, and he starts investigating, stalking, getting more and more alert and entertained, before realizing he just.. fuckin.. hunted down an escaped lab mouse.. like a cat..
He finds himself doing progressively more and more feral things before it all culminates in Jasper catching him one night hunched on the counter, shoulder deep in the pantry, like a raccoon that just broke into the house. He sprays him with water, Henry hisses and scrambles away into the darkness, and the next morning the Lodgers are trying to help Jasper find this unidentified creature. He accidentally becomes the Society's sort of cryptid and nobody knows it's him. Rachel leaves some cut up fish out beneath some air vents ("Was it small enough to be in the vents?" "I don't know, I couldn't see anything but it's eye shines." "Well, maybe it's a cat? Let's leave fish out."), and to Henry's horror he eats it when no one is looking.
Also as mentioned above, eye shines. Side effecy of HJ7 should be sharp teef and eye shines and maybe claw-like nails. Basically, AU where Jekyll is basically a human feral cat and no one knows this and thinks some cryptofauna broke in and made it's home in the vents.
The thought of cinnamon makes my stomach churn as if I didn't just down an entire bag of cinnamon rolls just yesterday. I accidentally put almost half a jars worth of cinnamon in my christmas porridge as a child and I. have not been able to eat cinnamon to it's fullest ever since. I literally cannot stand the thought of it <3 Maybe I'm just... Scandinavian or something but I genuinely cannot handle most spices. My vendetta against cinnamon proves that <3
When no one is looking or he is wandering late at night, he quickly finds himself becoming more nocturnal, he finds himself chewing on everything like a cat thinking everything is a snack, he just... He just a Lil Boi. A lil chompy boi. Just cwalwing thwough the the night owo. The Lodgers try to figure out what he is but no signs align to any known creature they know of. Mosley tries to search through the vents but everything is so dusty and rusty it's obvious no creature has moved in there yet. Jekyll is just trying to stand on the side lines all worried like "ahah oh no I wonder what it could be" as if he wasn't the one elbow deep into the pantry. The thing is... He just gets so feral at random times, mostly at night, mostly when no one sees him.
Lavender is convinced that they are haunted by some sort of mothman-- probably a baby, if it can fit through the vents and (almost) fit in the pantry. Cantilupe thinks it's merely a stray jackalope that found it's way from one of the Blackfog circuses. Rachel reminds them that the creature ate an entire fish and barely left the bones, Jasper suggests that it was just some kind of uhm... Cat person. Not a werecat, as it did not smell like one, and only smelled exceedingly human, but certainly some kind of cat creature.
It's not until Creature is mindlessly wandering through the Society at night, hears a ruckus from the kitchen, and decides to check it out that anyone finds the truth. He turns on the light and sees Henry-- clothes ruffled and hair wild, eyes glossy and unfocused-- halfway through consuming an entire bag of vanilla flour and left overs. They stare at each other. Henry blinks, slowly, like a cat trying to show affection. Then he promptly tosses a single cinnamon roll in Creature's direction as a gift. Creature stares at him, picks up the cinnamon roll, looks at the way Henry's foot is stopping on the ground like a happy dog, and promptly turns off the light and turns around. He does not tell anyone what he just saw, god knows he barely knows it himself, but he has to admit that the cinnamon roll is quite tasty... If not a little dusty.
