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For once, Ryan comes awake slowly and feeling very happy, but reluctant to move himself from the cozy warm spot he's found. Wait, warm? He should be freezing, he thinks as he opens his eyes.

...

How did he get inside? The dread he felt upon waking yesterday has been completely eclipsed by the wave that slams into him now. He snaps up into a sitting position as various scents assault his nose. The one that really grabs his attention is Suzi's.

Oh, God, please no, please God, no...

It's hard to ignore the dog scent, though, since it's coming from right next to him. He was sleeping on a dog? A very large dog. Alright, what the hell is...going...on...

Is that his hand?

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

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"Meep!" Is Suzi's response, and at the same time, "Aiiet?" which would be the yippy noise of a startled puppy.

"Whfgl?" is Whistler's contribution to the situation. "Who's screaming, now?"

The screaming's died down some, but there seems to be a constant moaning coming from the puppet. He's stood up now and is looking himself over as well as he can. He's made of felt. And he's soft.

And he has a very handsome little jacket if he does say so himself.

"Richard! You're...still a puppet." She says, panting a little. Joy sticks her nose in his face and snuffles in confusion. "Whistler, Richard woke up. And he's, um. Yellow."

"Huh," says Whistler. "Okay. That explains the screaming. Are you still a werewolf down there, or can you speak English now?"

He figures if Ryan can talk now, it'd be rude not to address him directly.

Ah! Huge dog! Ryan holds up a hand to keep the beast at bay, but...hey, she's really soft. There's cautious petting.

"I'm...I'm a puppet." He doesn't sound terribly upset about this, shocked more than anything.

"You were when I found you last night, too." She's trying not to look at the toys that Joy herded into the basket when the two canines (canine...ish. Things) finally got sleepy.

"You know," says Whistler, "suddenly turning into Dr. Mid-Nite for Halloween doesn't seem as weird as it did at the time."

Ryan looks up at Suzi, still petting Joy. "I don't remember last night," he admits. "What happened? And whose Dr. Mid-Nite?"

"I don't know, I just found you as a puppet? That's who Whistler turned into the night he said he loved me." Her fingers curl around Whistler's hand.

"I did some research. He was a blind superhero who fought crime and could only see in total darkness," says Whistler. "Which might explain his taste in costumes."

He's never worn a cape in his life except for that day.

Ryan's eyebrows raise in concern. "But, last night was a full moon! I didn't try to eat anyone, did I?"

He giggles at Whistler's joke. Yes, giggles. Fear.

"You licked my face." She says with a sigh, "And Bar gave me a note that says you're not contagious right now?" pause, pause, "I kind of liked the cape." She informs Whistler, softly.

"I don't think you had any real functional fangs anyway," says Whistler. "Not from the way Suzi described it."

He turns in Suzi's direction just a bit- enough to lift his eyebrows in an 'o rly' fashion and be sure she can see it.

"So...I was harmless? And plush?" The smile on his face is getting bigger. "And tonight's another full moon!" He sounds quite excited about this.

Dear God that's a frightening look, "Uh huh. Joy was really glad to see you? Too?"

For Whistler there is some subtle, under the covers, toying of his palm with the tip of one of her tentacles. Ya, rly.

Dammit, it's not fair that she gets all the surreptitious fun!

"Don't look at me. I only saw you after Suzi brought you up here."

Ryan ruffles the puppy's head. "I bet I was happy to see her too!" he says fondly.

"...Richard?" She says slowly, looking between him and the puppy, "Not that, um, that I want you to not like our puppy, but, um. You don't like dogs?"

This does not mean that the surreptitious fun stops. This is Suzi.

Joy yip!s and pushes her head against the plush hand. Whistler just shakes his head, but he's smiling.

You try not smiling under the circumstances.

There is shifty!puppet. "Not all dogs." He keeps petting Joy, but now his brows are furrowed in what's meant to be a look of confusion.

"Oh." Suzi leans against Whistler's shoulder, frowning slightly, "Alright. I just, um. Don't want you to be mad at me when you're back to normal?"

Even through the worry, she's smiling a bit. Things could be so much worse.

"You know what?" Whistler says after a moment's thought. "It's just about time for breakfast now, isn't it?"

Because honestly, this is kind of like talking to an Oompa-Loompa and it's got him kinda creeped. He keeps waiting for Ryan to start rhyming.

Ooo! "Yes! Let's go downstairs!" exclaims the puppet man, jumping a little in excitement.

Suzi coughs a little and says, "We'll, um. Meet you downstairs in a bit? We need to...get...dressed?" and Whistler gets a gentle squeeze under the covers.

"Sounds like a plan to me," says Whistler.

Yay for getting dressed. Yes.

"Okay! I'll see you two later!" Ryan calls back cheerfully and completely oblivious as he disappears out the door.

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