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[credere]

Thank you for teaching me how to throw a punch.

[HOW'S THAT FOR A WORRYINGLY OBLIQUE COMMENT.]

[poetontheinside]

You're welcome?

The other guy deserve it?

[credere]

Yes. Very much.

[poetontheinside]

Good.

Anyone I should be worried about or something?

[credere]

No, he's just stupid and

He's just stupid.

[poetontheinside]

Alright, okay. He turns into a bigger problem, you just gonna punch him again?

[credere]

[This response comes much, much later:]

He's not going to be a bigger problem. I just needed him to know he's stupid.

[poetontheinside]

Sounds like you got the message across.

Hey, I didn't wanna pry before, but how's the new inmate?

[credere]

[Credence switches to voice at this point.]

He's...complicated. We've talked about some things, I think we'll be alright.

[poetontheinside]

[He switches too, letting his communicator fall down next to him where he's lounging on the couch.]

You feel confident about it? That's good, Credence.

[credere]

I don't know if I'm confident. But I don't think I'll make him worse.

[That. Would take work. Honestly.]

[poetontheinside]

Hey, we all gotta start somewhere, right?

I didn’t meet him yet. I should get on that.

[credere]

He's...friendly.

[Pause.]

I became an Animagus at port. I can turn into a fox now.

[poetontheinside]

Holy shit, really? [He sits up a little, the sheets rustling.]

What kind?

[credere]

I don't know. It's...gray and red. Do you want to see?

[poetontheinside]

Hell yeah I wanna see! Your cabin? Enclosure?

[credere]

The Enclosure. I'll meet you at the door.

[poetontheinside]

“Cool. Gimme five minutes.”

He’s there five minutes later, in new jeans and a sweater, looking excited.

[credere]

Credence trots up a few moments later, and tilts his head up at Ray. Foxes can be quite expressive.

[poetontheinside]

Holy shit.

“Holy shit. Is that you?” He crouches and instinctively goes to reach out and let him, stopping just short of the fox’s ears. The human need to pet a furry animal is fighting with the knowledge that Credence doesn’t really like to be touched.

[credere]

This knowledge is inaccurate, and Credence immediately pushes his head against Ray's hand. Yes, he will accept - nay, demand these pets.

[poetontheinside]

It makes him grin, and he goes all in: he just digs both hands into the fur, pulling him in a little. “Hey, buddy, hey. Hey— you doin’ alright?”

[credere]

Credence barks, once, because that's the closest thing he can offer to a yes. And if he changes back, the scritchies will stop.

[poetontheinside]

He knows foxes aren't dogs, but damn if he isn't being as cute and responsive as a dog right now. He keeps ruffling his fur, between his ears and on his sides.

"Man, you did a good job. You're definitely very cute. Is that weird? It's probably weird but it's still true."

[credere]

It is a little weird. Credence doesn't mind that, though. And eventually he takes a step back, shakes himself off a little and slides back into human form.

His clothes have come with him this time, thank God.

"Hi, Ray."