#werecatastrophe

[disasterghaster]

@werecatastrophe replied to your post “"Lost the last of my physical transformation...”:

“…end of an era, huh?” Some desire to offer solutions had bubbled up and fizzled off. It’d be pretty reductive to assume Devang was presenting a problem (lost ability to shapeshift) that required an equivalent solution (a workaround). “…do you like what you’re becoming?”

"Mph."

​She was already aware of Lark's bead-cat-bracelet ability. She was capable of asking if needed. Ghaster abilities aside.

"No. I'm stuck. And not what I was." She was just getting some of the same sense of acceptance one might get for a mole or tumor.

[radioiaci]

▹@werecatastrophe said: "Oh, Sinday is my FAVORITE reading day. Check this out!" Holding The Secret Lives of Country Gentleman, a totally clean book that definitely doesn't dive directly into gay smut in the first chapter.

"...Should I be concerned as to the subject matter of this book?"

[sodoffyabuggers]

@werecatastrophe continued from [here]

It didn't bother Worth too much when Lark didn't immediately text back this time. He'd gone through the other man being upset before, and knew by now that silence didn't necessarily mean divorce papers were being drawn up. Plus, that was a pretty long ass text he'd sent and he just assumed that Lark was trying to figure out what to say. Or how to say it. Or something.

Either way, he was pretty wiped out emotionally just from the sending of it, and this time the lack of a response felt like a little break from having to think about it. He spent that time making himself a grilled cheese, grabbing a beer, and being a couch potato in front of the TV. Trying to forget.

So when he opened his front door and saw Lark actually standing there, it took his brain a good couple moments to catch up. Until then he just blinked in confusion at him with a dazed look on his face.

"Birdie? Uh-- Hey!" He managed a smile as his heart took over for his overloaded mind, and reminded him that he liked the sight of his boyfriend no matter what.

He wasn't exactly ready for a "visit" though. The fur around his collar hadn't been brushed since yesterday and stuck out in weird directions, his coat was off since it was a little too warm, and the shirt that he did have on had a ketchup stain on it. He probably smelled a little too strongly of alcohol.

And/or cheese.

He glanced down at the grocery bag in Lark's hands. "...Ya bring me somethin'?" Maybe it was informational brochures on pool safety.

[werecatastrophe]

Dustine comes out of his bedroom, having not noticed his new catlike state as he scratches his fuzzy bare belly with a hand as he yawns. His ears flick, tail swishing lazily behind him as he waves a hand at Lark.

“Mornin’” He mumbles, a deep purr like that of a rumbling sports car as he thinks about breakfast

Lark does NOT do a double-take. He locks on to Dustine, and he slaps both his hands over his mouth and gasps, even though he shouldn't be surprised at this point! HE REALLY SHOULDN'T BE SURPRISED!

"...mornin'!" Squeaks out of him as he looks Dustine up and down. YEAH. OKAY. HANDSOME! Hello! Okay! Lark leaned against a wall, so casually. "Hey! How...how's it going? Warm? Feeling warm??"

[feelinsheepish]

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"Oh! You're... Not a bird!" He gasped in surprise, he had been expecting one hiding in the bushes, but instead... There was this cat looking person there...

[radioiaci]

▹@werecatastrophe said: “You know, if you were a cat, you’d be a lot warmer!”

"I am already marginally covered in fur. I don't think being a feline would make much of a difference."

[sodoffyabuggers]

@werecatastrophe from [here]

"...is a funeral th'only situation where you want flowers?"

"....Lark, I sense some real Gay Shit 'bout to come outta yer mouth."

[sodoffyabuggers]

Local doctor intensely disturbed and mildly befuddled by his boyfriend getting cuter by the month, more tonight at 11.