The Puppy

[lynx]

Puppy made cute little noises for Xander, still asleep. This most adorable puppy loved Xander because Xander was her mommy! (Therefore; Xander is the bitch). So, Lynx was just calmed and watching! <3 The puppy made a little noise like it wanted love from his mommy, an ear scratching (gentle) would do best.

[.xander;;]

xander did not move out of fetal position in fear that it would wake the sleeping beast. but now was his one chance to escape--but could he? what if it attacked him the moment he started to move? what if it beat him to the door? what if it was just faking sleep, preparing to devour him where he sat?

the poor boy practically screamed [in his head, lol]. frozen on the spot, the brunet gave lynx the most pathetic, helpless, adorable puppy dog eyes the world had ever known.

please save me! was obvious in his face. please save me lynx! yes, the "lynx" was obvious. much nicer than "katze."

[lynxie]

Well, Lynx just looked at Xander and smiled a bit. "It..." He paused. "Well it looks like... she loves you and that she has adopted you as her mommy. So you need to be a GOOD mommy to her." Pouts a bit, kinda. Not really. He just smiled.

Cheeks ended up becoming a bit pink and he turned away. "Just calm down Xander, she's sleeping and she loves you. It's not like she can do anything." If Xander continued... Yeah, not goodness from Lynx. THAT PUPPY WAS PRECIOUS AND ADORABLE.

[.xander;;]

alright, let's be serious here. what kind of almost-22-year-old is scared shitless of a six-week old PUPPY? oh, jesus. he was going to die before he could turn 22. he was going to be completely ripped apart by this adorable little demon. WAIT. "adorable?!" ... okay, xander admitted it was kind of cute. but it still gave him a terrible feeling... what was going on?

... OH FUCK. of course! why hadn't he thought of this earlier?! pups were always innocent enough, yes! just as adorable as bear cubs whose overprotective mommies were always about ten feet away!

another of those distorted yelp-howls practically deafened the other two people [and maybe the puppy lol] in the room. in one terrified leap, xander went from the corner to the top of lynx's desk, displacing everything else that had been on it. poor milkshake.


after making sure he had not lost hearing from the loud outburst in the small room, stan glanced questioningly at dr. katze.

"are you sure giving him a heart attack is going to help him?" he said gruffly. ... wait, was this the first time he had ever talked during session? lol.

[lynx]

Picks up the puppy in his arms, petting the--It just growled and snapped at him--then whined this cute, pathetic little needy whine for his Xandermommy!. Lynx... sighed. Petted it. "I'm sorry that your mommy is such a scardy cat." Pauses, looks at Stan.

"...It was either this or stick him in a kennel for a few days. You really would like the other method? No... I really doubt that." Psychiatrist gaze..... On Stan

....

...

Stops it. Smiles. Looks back at Xander, sighs. "...Xander. It's okay... She really needs you Xander, please stop running around--" AND SPILLING THE SACRED MILKSHAKE! "--And come here. She won't bite, she won't strike, I promise you... It's okay, safe..."

[.xander;;]

xander felt almost safe atop his desktop perch. no fucking way was he going to compromise his position by moving down, within that vile beast's reach. but wait, of course it could leap up there if it wanted to! there was just no escaping the wrath of this terrible creature!

stan did not fully appreciate lynx's psychiatrist stare. nor did he think this was more productive than sticking xander in a kennel, if that would even be productive at all. the guard simply rolled his eyes and heaved a heavy sigh. these days, he was almost as happy as xander to be present in therapy sessions.

that disgusting monster just would not stop squirming, trying to get at him, burning holes into him with its horrible, acidic gaze. xander would absolutely not allow this wretched beast to destroy him. still perched on the desk on hands and knees, the lycanthrope proceeded to bark ferociously at the horrible monster.

[lynx]

Picks up the puppy. Yes, he should've stuck Xander in a kennel. The little puppy whined softly, very unhappy with Lynx. It identified Xander as mommy, and therefore; wanted mommy. So Lynx had to pet and attempt to calm her.

Failed. The puppy gnawed at his finger, doing no damage, really, but drool all over... Ewwww.

Looks at Xander, giving a flat look. "...See?" Takes away finger, showing it to the fearful man. God--talk about the loss of balls.

"Even if she wanted to, and she doesn't, she can't harm you or me. If she could, I would've never brought her near. Since when have I purposefully put you in harms way? If anything--you're the one always attempting at my life." Please note for the scar still present on Lynx's neck, that was pretty visible at this time.

Looks at Stan. Unhappy with the guard at the moment. If he was Vincent, or Luzere, then, he'd dock the bastard's pay. But isn't--Just too nice.

Looks back at Xander, still petting the puppy, misses Mink... who wants the puppy dead. Runs a hand through blonde locks while keeping a hold of the pup.

"...If you want, Xander, I'll transfer you to another therapist." Yep--talking about sending Xander off to another doctor.

[.xander;;]

the barking ceased not too long after it had been initiated. awesome, katze was being a bitch again, throwing around his bullshit and implied accusations. as if xander's heavy conscience wasn't enough, stupid lynx had to go and rip on him for something he didn't have complete control over! how could he be expected to stand up to the vicious monster lurking within him? the wolf was stronger than the human, and he couldn't help that. so, good job, lynx! one of these days xander is going to kill himself in shame.

what?! a transfer?! how fucking awesome would that be?! xander would just love to be freed from dr. katze's stupid sessions. ... but then again... the young man supposed that if he had to pick any one therapist in the quack shack, even the world, it would probably be lynx. even if he didn't like him excessively, he could rely on him.

... but he could also rely on his stupidity. really, what kind of loon decided it was a good idea to throw a dog in front of a man suffering from cynophobia? here's something, lynx: how about you stay xander's therapist, just get rid of the mutt. personally i think that's a good idea.

[lynx]

A sigh came to Lynx's lips. He set the puppy down, and told her to stay. She, surprisingly, obeyed. He slowly approached Xander, looking quite solemn. "Look, you're the first case I've had like this, ever. I was specially called in for you and a few pacients. To to my best to help you. This is the best method I have to get you over your fear of dogs." A pause, his hands on the desk, leaning forward to Xander.

"Have I ever tried to hurt you, Xander? Have I honestly tried to push you into harms way? What makes you think that this would be any different? What makes you think that I'd purposefully get a dog that WAS harmful to you? Remember babies? Well, this is a baby dog, just old enough to not be with its mommy. She's even the runt, the smallest puppy, she's... kinda like you." Oh, he was using his soft, sweet voice. Not on purpose.

"I chose her, like I chose you. Alright? And I'm not going to abandon or let go those that I chose unless they desperately want to get away, alright?" Ah, if his eyes were waterly--it was NOT because he had girl parts and was getting emotional. It was just that he... he had a hurt leg, yeaaaah.

"Just trust me a little on this, Xander. Have I ever tried to steer you wrong?" He'd reach out to touch the other to be more reassuring, but that was a stupid idea, even he knew it. That gleaming scar on his neck was proof. He had learned his lesson, honestly. "Have I ever tried to hurt you?"

[.xander;;]

wait. how is xander a runt. i mean we all know he's a bitch and a pussy but a runt? lolz.

xander scoured his memory. angry words... unhappy looks... painful questions... all from dr. katze. but violence..? ... only from himself.

well. xander felt just dandy now. god, he was such a bitch. he needed to die. like, now.

long seconds, almost like minutes, were wasted as xander stared accusingly at the beast in lynx's arms. teeth... claws... those eyes...

... they were not the same eyes he saw when he closed his eyes--not the same teeth and claws from his memories or his nightmares. not yet. perhaps they would be one day, but not today.

carefully, slowly, the brunet moved his legs to the floor. he was not assailed by the baby beast. on his way back to his chair, xander picked up the board and the marker. from the chair he gleamed at the pup for another moment, then turned his head away, nose tilted up the slightest bit. so, he could live with the dog in the same room for a little while, but he was not going to give it attention, much less touch it.