victory_road | [closed] May Catch All

Honestly, Dimitri had pondered going in there to wait with Grant - just so that he would have someone familiar to help soothe him in case anything were to happen. But apparently the process of changing from a normal man shape to a very large dog shape can be gruesome, along with all of Grant's other concerns.

So, obligingly, Dimitri waits outside when Grant deems it time, carefully keeping various things on his person so that he can make it back home in case, well, he gets all muddled up again because... it's that kind of weekend.

Yet nothing happens, while he waits. It is just him, doing his best to keep his hands off of the many bags that he got prepared just for Grant. When there's finally the sounds of something moving down in the safe room, he perks up, and delicately picks up the various bags. "Grant?" he says, not daring to knock in case he ruins the entrance into the saferoom. "I will enter now. Excuse me."

And he does just that, slipping in without hesitation so that he can close the door behind him.

Grant pauses in his sniffing at the punching bag to look up at Dimitri when he enters, cocking his head with a quiet whuff.

He drops onto all fours and steps closer, snuffling at his boyfriend - and at the bags he's holding. He knew Dimitri would be bringing some things, but-- well, sometimes, like this, it's like he's smelling or seeing or hearing things for the first time. Including Dimitri himself.

In a small part of his mind, Dimitri thought... he'd have to fight himself more. That he'd have to remind himself that this is far from the twisted horrors he's seen relics do to those without crests, nothing like experiments from dopplegangers. He'd been prepared.

But... This doesn't seem like any of those at all. Nothing like the warped and aggressive thing that Sylvain's brother became.

Grant just... His transformation seems almost natural, in a way that Dimitri cannot explain.

But then he moves, snuffling at him, and Dimitri starts a bit out of his thoughts. "Oh - of course! Transforming in such a way must have taken much out of you. I know I was very ravenous when I was going through my growth spurts. I... Hold on..." Carefully, Dimitri puts down most of the bags, and starts pulling out a sandwich. "I made sure that nothing had any of the foods which you said were bad!"

Does. Does he just hold it out to him? Dimitri holds it out to him, for lack of better idea. A club sub, with no onions. Dimitri was very careful in telling the sandwich makers about this.

It's definitely nowhere near as drastic; the fact that, in the end, he just kind of looks like a big animal probably helps... along with how clearly it's still him, in the way he noses gently at Dimitri and stares at him with that same dark eye.

He perks up, tail thumping against the wall as he starts wagging despite himself. He is definitely hungry, and while he certainly wouldn't expect Dimitri to forget the whole Sandwich Plan, boy is he relieved he didn't. He leans in to snuffle at the sandwich, then just... basically inhales the thing, for how it disappears into his mouth.

Well that was sure a whole sandwich sucked away like it got kidnapped by a vacuum cleaner.

Dimitri jumps a bit, not having expected it to just, go, like that. "Oh my! You must have been ravished!" Except, then his brain gets over the surprise, and he jolts up. "Oh, Grant! I understand your hunger, but chew! You should not want to choke! I do not know how to save you when you choke in this sort of body!" He reaches up, fingers sort of fluttering awkwardly along Grant's face.

Grant, please. He never learned doggy heimlich. They don't teach him that in Faerghus, just like they don't teach basic sex ed.

Grant startles, because Dimitri startled, and tilts his head with a whine. He bumps Dimitri gently with his nose-- Dimitri, he promises, it is fine. That sandwich did not stand a chance.

Oh - well, he is able to make some noises, at least, that do not sound like choking. That is a good sign. Probably. Dimitri gently pats the side of Grant's neck.

"Oh - well. Alright, then. I apologize. I was just worried..." More fur ruffling. Ooooh, so much fur. Wait, is it rude if he touches the fur a lot? "Anyway, ah, should I take that to mean you would like more sandwiches?"

It sure doesn't seem like Grant minds the fur ruffling, in any case; if anything, he leans into it, his tail thumping, before he answers with an enthusiastic boof - which came out a little louder than he meant it. Whoops.

Just gonna-- lick Dimitri's face by way of apology for the loud noise.

Huh. While Dimitri has been licked by dogs, it is kind of bewildering to be licked by, well, his boyfriend, with a dog's tongue. Who is also very giant. Dimitri blinks a bit before he can recover.

"Well! I will take that as an affirmative." Time to reach into the bag and pull out more! "I ensured to get you a fine variety of sandwiches, just in case. This one has eggplant in it!" And he didn't hear anything about dogs not having eggplant!

Had you wondered if he can wag even harder, Dimitri, because guess what: He can and he is. Grant leans down to sniff so quickly that he threatens to shove his whole snout into the bag of sandwiches.

Oh boy - "Grant, careful! There are still the papers on them. Hold on, I will get as much as I can out for you." Is this just an operation, now? Just Dimitri hastily unwrapping sandwiches and putting them over to Grant like a chain?

That's sure how it seems.

"Truly, I had thought you would be hungry, but I feel I surely underestimated your stomach, Grant!"

It's fiiiine it's fine. He can probably digest a moderate amount of paper, right?

He removes his face from the bag, but he will be just... full-body wiggling while he waits.

If he's not allowed to eat weeds, you aren't allowed to eat paper, Grant.

Still, there is one sandwich unwrapped! Angeal hands it over to Grant with one hand, while he uses the other to tag the little sticker off of the next one. "You are incredibly cute like this, Grant, if I may say so," he says. "I have never seen you so unreserved." Which is a bit of a pity, really.

Listen it's fine. Dog privileges.

Grant leans over to horf down that unwrapped sandwich, still wagging. He pauses as he eats, though, at Dimitri's comment, and glances away as though faintly embarrassed - whether over his current openness, or his usual reservation. It's not a contrast he's really used to thinking about, in a social sense.

Ah, yes. There is the Grant he knows and loves, having stumbled into it through happy coincidence. For all that his hands continue to work on the next sandwich, Dimitri still possesses the rest of his body with which he uses to lean against his boyfriend's massive furry form.

"It is not a bad thing, you know. I understand why you are as you are normally, and I love you no matter how you are. This is simply new to me."

Grant whines softly - not really an upset sound so much as a hesitant acknowledgement. He leans against Dimitri in turn... very gently and carefully.

Aware though he is that Dimitri is much stronger than most people on these weekends, he's still a bit too used to thinking of his size on nights like these as a constant, impending threat to everyone around him to risk putting too much weight on his boyfriend.

Ah, how Dimitri knows well this sort of movement. It is exactly the same sort of thing which he has done for all his life, even since his Crest first activated when he was so very young. Young enough that he can't even recall a time where he didn't have to bear in mind his monstrous strength.

Well, he will not berate Grant for such a thing. Instead, he only reaches up to feed him with a smile. "Once you have eaten all the sandwiches I have brought, we should do something fun to pass the time. What would you like to do, my dear?"

[closed] May Catch All

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