Post by Sevastien Debrosse on Apr 7, 2014 16:04:38 GMT -6
Sevastien was not having a good morning. It had been good for a bit, true, but as soon as he lurched into the shower and noticed clumps of grey and black and white hair clogging the drain he started to panic a bit.
Just a bit, mind. He didn't quite scream and flee the scene. He squeaked instead, and his flight was more of a hopping scramble over to the mirror while trying to not get water all over the floor, work out where the hair was coming from, and then squeaking more because he tore a bloody line across his ribs with a claw that hadn't been unsheathed when he started. He finally stood before the sink and mirror, half-wet and half-fluffed chest heaving, and stared at himself.
His wet patches looked worse. They often did; water made him look kind of mangy and bedraggled. Now, though, it kind of revealed the soft under layer where clumps of hair sat half-stuck in the rest of his fur. The longer hair on his shoulders, chest, and belly was the worst off, while running a hand over his face only pulled a few individual hair out. The hair-hair on his head seemed to be attached still.
Sev could see no logic to it. He hadn't eaten anything unusual, he didn't feel sick, and it made absolutely no sense for him to grow all this hair only to lose it a few weeks later. The only thing he could think of was some disease he didn't know about (which was probably a lot) and just didn't give him a running nose or cough or anything.
WAIT! There were supposed to be some sort of medical type people here, weren't there? Maybe they could help! They could probably help even if they didn't know what was going on. They were professionals. Medical professionals.
So... Sevastien maaaay have looked a little crazy (and desperate and pitiful and possibly abused) when he burst into the nurse's office, wrapped in a jacket that didn't help one bit with the little bits of fluff drifting in the air behind him. There was lots of air movement. He kind of ran the entire way. And then some extra, because he took a wrong turn two or three times and had to backtrack and make up for lost time.