-TW- none?

-CW- fluff

~Tommy's PoV~

  I wake up to Fundy's arms around my raccoon form, he's fast asleep and I can hear his soft snores and slow breaths in my ear.

  I blink and find my head resting on Wilbur's leg. How did we get so used to them, already? I crane my neck to get a good look at Wilbur and Fundy. Both of them are asleep, Wilbur leaning against the couch and Fundy leaning against Wilbur.

  It's funny, because Fundy won't let Wilbur stand if he wakes up before him. Mostly cat instincts, and the fact he's a heavy sleeper, but also because of his clinginess. If he likes Wilbur he'll most likely start following him around, with me trailing behind or in Fundy's arms of course.

  Not because I like Wilbur too, but because Fundy wouldn't want to feel like he's betraying me, and I don't want to leave him alone until I know he'll be fine.

  I wiggle out of Fundy's loose hold and I plop down on the rug that covers the floor of this living room. Fundy shifts around a bit but he stays asleep, he's a heavy sleeper. Wilbur I'm unsure about, but he doesn't wake up.

  I trot silently across the rug and I make it to the hardwood floor of the rest of downstairs. I don't see anyone. What time is it? Is it late or early? Maybe it's midday, I certainly don't know. I was never taught how to read a clock, and curtains and doors are closed, so the sun won't help me.

  I enter the kitchen briefly, just to check if someone is in there, and there's no one here either. So no one is here, except for Wilbur and Fundy asleep on the couch. Or, the other two, Techno and Phil, are upstairs.

  I dash across the floor as silently as I can and I reach the stairs. The bottom of the stairs has a shoe case and a small rug, to inform people to remove their shoes before walking up. Lucky for me, I have paws currently. I wipe my small feet on the mat, for just in case, and then I tackle the steps. It isn't too hard, but it isn't easy.

  I reach the top and land on carpet, I scan around and I see that a little island of carpet was made near the top of the steps, matching the living room and the foot of the stairs. I crane my ears and I can still hear the soft snores of Wilbur and Fundy. No snores upstairs that I can hear.

  I trot up to the first door at the hallway and put my ear against it, no sound. I sniff the door and it smells like Wilbur, and other people I don't know. Probably friends. The next door must be Techno's. I walk up to it and see the door open a crack, perfect.

  I push the door open a bit more and I squeeze through the bigger crack. Techno's room is big, for my standards at least, and my standards are pretty small considering the small closet-like room I slept in at the orphanage. Techno is at his desk, reading a thick book.

  I walk over to him I stare up at where he is. He doesn't look down, and I didn't think he would, but it was worth a try. I study the floor at his feet and walk under his desk. I sit on his feet, stopping the tapping motion they were doing. I then position myself to lay down on both his feet. A cat thing I picked up from Fundy, maybe this'll help convince them I'm just a friendly, trained, raccoon.

  His feet are pretty comfortable to rest on anyways, he's wearing fuzzy socks.

  "Theseus, when did you get here? Wilbur and Fundy still asleep?" Techno questions. He pulls his chair back a bit, but he makes sure to keep his feet still for me, so he can see me.
  I chitter my reply, "yup", but only Fundy would've understood. Or perhaps other raccoons, but there are none here.

  Techno chuckles and reaches down for me, I tense at first, but then I realise he's only trying to pat me. Normal reaction towards an animal that lives in your house. He pats my head gently then goes back to his thick book. I doze on his feet and he reads.

  This is nice, and they treat Fundy well too.

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  I wake up to someone poking at my nose, and Techno's feet having been replaced with a pillow. I'm still under his desk, and I quickly stand on the pillow and blink away the rest of my sleepiness.

  It's Fundy, once I stand and open my eyes he grins at me, "And I thought I was the cat." He chitters to me, snickering. I chitter a swear as a response, mostly to myself, but he hears anyways. He laughs at me again before picking me up. I softly chitter directions to him so he won't bump into walls.

  He walks down the stairs, much nicer than I did when I clambered up to Techno's room. Wilbur and Techno sit at the kitchen table, and Phil is wandering around the kitchen, probably cooking. I give Fundy one more instruction for him to find his way easily to them and then I fall silent in his hold.

  "Hey Fundy, you find Theseus under my desk?" Techno calls out in a monotone voice and Fundy nods. His cat ears are hidden again, he probably woke up leaning against Wilbur and got embarrassed, then hid them using the trick I taught him.

  I look to Phil and I notice that the back of his shirt has holes in it, large oval tears. I paw at Fundy's arm and chitter to him about it, but he doesn't have an answer to give me considering his shrug. Wilbur notices my curious eyes on Phil's back and he makes an "oh" noise.

  "Dad, your shirt." He tells his father. Phil looks up from the small pot he had and looks confused at first, then he laughs in realisation. He looks to me and Fundy and sees Fundy's confused look, because he only hears the conversation, and my curious stare.
  Then large black feathered wings appear to fill in the oval gap in the back of his shirt. I make a noise of surprise which makes Fundy flinch and look even more confused.

  "Phil has crow wings, Fundy." Techno supplies for Fundy. So the black wings are crow wings, they're beautiful, honestly. Fundy looks surprised then he seems kind of sad. This is one of those moments when me and Fundy both wish he could see. I wish Fundy could see Phil's wings, honestly.

  "Techno your potatoes are done," Phil announces and Techno immediately stands to collect them. He takes several bowls and puts a few in each bowl, then he turns with the rest of the potatoes and pours them somewhere in a bowl on the floor. He takes the first bowls and hands one to Wilbur, then to Fundy, and then one to himself. He set one to the side for Phil.

  I wiggle out of Fundy's grip so he can eat, and so I can see where Techno put the rest of the potatoes. Wilbur hands out forks and I trot to the corner of the kitchen next to the fridge.
  There's a red bowl, it has slightly dripping yellow paint that spells "THESEUS" on it. Inside are six potatoes and some sort of leftover food by the looks of it. Next to the bowl is a small dog bed, probably also for me.

  I walk to the bowl and sniff its contents, then I bite a potato. It's good. I hear Phil place plates down on the kitchen counter, that are probably filled with other food that isn't potatoes. I quickly eat four more potatoes, saving one, and then I move onto the other food. Its some chicken, eggs, fruit, and some other thing I can't make out because it was mashed. Leftovers from previous meals, and it tastes good.

  It could just be my raccoon stomach and taste buds, but the food in my new bowl was good. I pick up the potato I saved and I walk back over to the kitchen table, where Fundy, Wilbur, Techno, and Phil are eating. I sit at Fundy's feet and munch on the little potato with them.

  Another nice thing I could get used to.

  The people at the table finish eating and Wilbur picks up plates, and Techno picks up forks. They place them in the sink and Phil shoos them away so he can wash the dirty plates. The two leave with Fundy trailing closely behind Wilbur, and me trailing beside Fundy.

  Wilbur turns on the TV and he gives the remote to Techno so he can choose a channel. Fundy sits beside Wilbur, but he puts some distance so it doesn't seem like he's already attached. I try to jump up on the couch between them but I fail, and Wilbur picks me up and helps me into a spot.

  Techno chooses a channel and sits down on the other side of Wilbur. We all make a small line on the large couch, with Techno at the corner and Fundy at the other end. I look at the TV and the channel that Techno chose is a strange cartoon with short characters that won't stop talking about the most random things known to this world.

  Wilbur raises the volume subtly, probably to make sure Fundy can hear it and he won't be left out.

  And that's what we do, we watch a cartoon until Phil tells us to go to bed because school is tomorrow. I don't have school, but I think Phil enrolled Fundy in one. Wilbur and Techno go to their respective rooms and me and Fundy enter his new room. The room has another dog bed in a corner and a lamp that wasn't there when we first arrived.

  Me and Fundy could definitely get used to this nice life.

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