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WELCOME TO YOUR PRIVATE CHANNEL, OLIVER. FOR SECURE COMMUNICATION, USE 142.58.303.67 * oliver has joined 142.58.303.67 <oliver> So this is my private channel. <oliver>** Talk to me?

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<deBricassart> (anon)

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<creepypasta>

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<tfk>

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[Oliver barely has chance to take him in before he's swept up in his embrace. He grunts at the sudden impact, but quickly recovers enough to return it. He clings to him tightly, relieved to be home. He hadn't felt safe until now. Even more so now that this is the Soeki he's returned to.]

You're a bear again.

[Soeki hoists him up and holds him tight, with a low rumble starting up in his chest that he can't quite stop. He's subtly trying to scent him, to determine where he might have been by smell alone.]

Where have you been? What happened?

[He doesn't want to answer those questions. He's come straight from the arcade to try and regain his normality. He wanted at least a little time to pretend. He buys himself time by continuing to hold him, taking comfort in his angry rumble. It's reassuring to hear so soon after being attacked.]

I... Can we just go inside? Please?

[He's frowning, but it looks a little strange on his muzzled face. His teeth bare, golden eyes fixing on the end of the hallway for a moment, as if he's warning any potential attackers to stay away - though there aren't any, right now. It's just instinct.]

Yeah. Yeah, whatever you want. [He says then, a little softer, trying to be reassuring as he ushers him through the open door, crouching to get through it.] I'm here. What do you need?

I don't know.

[He feels numb more than anything. The relief at being home safe is starting to fade as he realizes he needs to tell Soeki what happened.

Oliver lets himself be guided through the door, continuing on to sit heavily on the couch once it's in sight. Dying is exhausting. He needs to sit down.]

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you.

[He lets him sit, though his huge paw-like hands remain curled loosely against his shoulder or arm, whatever part he can reach. It's like he needs the contact to remind himself that Oliver is here, Oliver is alive, Oliver is- if not okay, he will be okay.

He sits down on the floor next to the couch, leaning in his space.]

Don't apologize. It's okay, you're safe now. Is this okay, or do you want me to shift?

[He doesn't begrudge him the contact. He needs it too. He can understand how this feels from both sides now.]

It's okay. You don't need to change for me.

[He reaches out to gently touch his muzzle, fingers tracing it lightly as he familiarizes himself with this form again.]

I'm glad you're a bear again. I missed it.

[Golden eyes close at the touch to his muzzle, huffing out a relieved breath. It's the best feeling in the world to know he came back, to know that he's safe now. His tongue darts out just a bit to lick at his fingers.]

I- thought I could maybe find you. Like this. If I could smell you. The trail always went cold, but... I don't regret it.

[He shakes his head, tugging at his arm to encourage him closer.]

You couldn't have. I... I think you know what happened.

[It's easier to say that than to outright admit it. He's trying hard not to even think about it, but his mind keeps going back to his final moments in spite of his efforts.]

[He fits himself up against the couch, curling his too-long arms around Oliver, tilting his head down to nuzzle at him gently. It also serves to take in his scent, and to rub Soeki's own scent over him to make them both smell right again.]

You don't have to talk about it right now, but I want to know who it was. [He's growling a little bit again, a slight rumble in his chest and throat.] And why. It wasn't Robbie and Draco, was it?

[He leans into his embrace, shaking his head against Soeki's chest in response to his question. His familiar smell and warmth is comforting, as is his growl. It helps him feel safe, knowing Soeki would never let anyone hurt him.]

No. I don't know who it was. Some werewolf I never met before. It was stupid. He said he wanted someone who followed the Fourth, but I don't do anything for him.

[It's funny how an animal instinct has become a comforting ritual for the two of them, even now that Oliver isn't a werebear. His tongue darts out to lick briefly at his hair before he's back to nuzzling, spreading his scent.]

I'll fucking end him. [He doesn't know off the top of his head who it might be, but damned if he won't find out. Hearing that it was more god shit, though...]

We can't keep doing this. The Fourth has done nothing for us except make us targets.

[He's still tense. Soeki's affections are helping immensely, but he's angry. Nothing he's done has been to help further the Fourth God's goals in any way, yet he's still found himself a target. So has Soeki. It isn't fair. ]

No. This is the Fog and her stupid cronies. They're trying to scare people out of acting against her. Like she doesn't deserve every bit of hate she gets for the crap she pulls on us.

It's not just them. Robbie and Draco were both neutral. We're outnumbered and what's the little computer-fucker done to stop any of this? To protect his so-called followers? [The resentment toward the Fourth, toward the Fog, toward just about everyone is growing and Soeki can't help how bitter he feels. He's pissed and he's scared. The thought of losing Oliver before they can even get married is terrifying.] There's no good side to be on. It's not like we didn't already know that the foggies are brutal little shitbags.

Fuck. We're as low-key as they come and shit like this is still happening.

[Soeki's right. It's not just the Fog followers that have hurt them, yet it still feels like it's her fault. Just like every other thing that happens to them here. He goes quiet for a time before mumbling petulantly into Soeki's shirt.]

I don't like the Fog God.

I know. I hate her too. [He murmurs soothingly, stroking a too-big hand gently down his side. The fog has done nothing but make them both miserable, her followers have been brutal murderers with no regards to life or innocence. He only wishes he could do something about it.]

Can I get you anything? Tea, something to eat? Let me take care of you.

[He leans forward to kiss him. It's awkward when Soeki's like this, and truthfully he's not in the habit of it when he doesn't look human, but now he doesn't care.]

You always take care of me. All I want is you here right now.

[His gentleness with him and his sheer size is helping a lot after the trauma of running into the were that had killed him. He doesn't want him to leave him, even if it's only to fetch him something.]

[It's pretty awkward, definitely, because fun fact - bears have prehensile lips that aren't attached to their gums. That plus the huge teeth, long tongue, and the muzzle make for a bizarre kissing experience. He doesn't say anything about it though, just sort of nuzzles against the side of his face, and tugs him in closer.

He's huge, and he wraps around Oliver pretty easily, thoroughly. As if he can be his shield.] Okay. I'm not going anywhere, I promise. We can sit here as long as you need.

[It doesn't bother him. Not anymore, and especially not now. He just wants contact with the man he loves.

Even without the sensitive sense of smell he had as a bear Soeki's scent is comforting, and surrounded by his warmth he's starting to feel a little better.]

Thank you. I love you.

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