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>Zoroark rubbed his temples, momentarily stopping the buttoning and unbuttoning.
“Did he change too?”
>He waved his arms for emphasis.
>”It doesn’t make sense.”
>”This isn’t rational, okay!?”
>He paused, muttering to himself while again looking anywhere but at you.
“Us being pokémon? No, it doesn’t make sense.”
>Zoroark went back to his shirt.
>”He’s better’n me. Better at pretending, okay?”
>”H-He looks like me but smaller, and he’s got a li’l tuft of a tail now.”
>”Zorua, you see, you know…”
>”You know?” He asked, unsure if you knew what his son would look like.
“Same colors as you, but on four legs, yeah?” You asked back.
>The kitsune nodded furiously.
>”Aw, thank Christ… Did you play the games?”
>You nodded.
“You?”
>”Never. Simulators was all I touched. Never much of a game guy.”
>”Harry did though…” Zoroark trailed off.
>Zoroark shook his head. His long, red mane slowly followed suit.
“When did it happen to you?”
>”29th. Same day it happened to Harry.”
>”Just… Woke up like this.” Zoroark stated, looking at his claws.
“27th for me. Same deal. Happened while I slept.”
>You really were one of the first.
>Maybe the first.
>You thought a moment, and spoke again.
“Tell the police?”
>Zoroark raised an eyebrow and glared at you.
>”Really?”
>”C’mon, hell was I supposed to tell them?”
“Point taken.” You acquiesced, holding your paws up.
>Zoroark rubbed his frustrated brow.
>”Doesn’t make a lick of sense…”
“I’m with you there.”
>”No, no, it’s...”
>”I’m still me, okay?”
>”I remembered my job, I know my formulas, I can still design blueprints…”
>In the blink of an eye, he was human again.
>He held a toolbox, wore the same button-up shirt plastered with the company’s logo, and had a hard hat atop his head.
>His face was… blurry.
>Without thinking you cringed and backed away involuntarily.
>You weren’t sure if he knew how inhuman the face was.