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early mornings were something thomas hated the most. if the sun wasn't even up, why the hell should he be? unfortunately for himself, he'd managed to fall asleep on top of someone's roof-- in his cat form, mind you-- in a rather uncomfortable position and even as lazy, and stubborn, as he was he just couldn't spend another minute there.

dropping down off the building, he stretched out and shifted back into his human form. thankfully he had thought ahead and kept his bag of clothes nearby so that he wouldn't be wandering around alexandria naked; though something told him that wouldn't be as frowned upon here as it was in the normal world.

sleepily stepping out from behind the building where he'd changed, the cat familiar was almost immediately knocked off his feet. even with his cat-like reflexes, he wasn't able to save himself. in attempting to step around whatever had just collided into his legs, he managed to step on it's tail as he fell backwards onto his butt.

laid out, back and head thudding against the concrete, he let out a whining groan and just... laid there. "ow..." he complained with a childish pout of his lips, melodramatically staying there for another moment before finally pushing himself back up again.

"well hey boy, are you the one that tripped me?" thomas questioned as his eyes landed on the dog staring at him with concern. right then and there, every ounce of annoyance dissolved from his tone and his features as he smiled at the dog and reached out to pat it on the head. "you should watch where you're going but, that's okay, you're too cute to be mad at..." and it was thomas's fault too. "are you okay buddy? i think i might have stepped on you," he continued on as he pulled himself up to sit comfortably on the ground so he could start petting the random dog with both hands. "i hope i didn't hurt you."

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Early morning runs were the best. There wasn't that many people out and about. The fresh morning air also always smelt pleasant. And, if you got up early, then you would often see a beautiful sunrise. One that Finlay had managed to catch that morning from the top of a rather large hill in the woods. Today was going to be a good day. Heading back to town to grab a few supplies, he would stay in his dog form until he made it into one of the shops before he turned back. Thankfully he was wearing his enchanted clothes, Aoife had gave him, that shifted with him when he shifted.

Paws patted on the concrete as he ran down the sidewalk, his nose helping him lead the way to one of the grocery stores. That was until he collided with a passer-by coming out from around a building. With a yelp as he felt a foot on his tail. He swung around and rushed over to the other one with a whine of worry. Was the other person okay?

for a brief moment, a fleeting second, thomas thought there was something familiar about the dog-- about the way it smelled-- but he quickly discarded the thought and simply assumed his senses were picking up another, well, familiar. why would he have any reason to believe it was something more than that?

"how the hells did you do that?" thomas raised his voice as the other suddenly shifted back. he wasn't angry, he wasn't yelling, he was just excited. he had tried countless spells and charms to enchant his clothing so they would change with him, so that he wouldn't be stark naked every single time he shifted between forms, but all he'd been able to manage was tattooing the outline of his boxer briefs onto his body for about three weeks before it finally faded away. "you have to tell me how you did that. did you use a specific material? did you have to get a witch to help you with the enchantment? did you--" without caring about personal space, or simple politeness, thomas reached out and was brushing his hands over the other's chest and pulling at the fabric of his shirt as he asked his questions.

it took longer than it should have for him to realize how insane he likely looked.

"sorry." he offered with an awkward laugh as he let go of the other's shirt and gently patted his chest. "oh, and yeah. i'm fine. despite what you might think, i actually didn't hit my head that hard. i just get easily excited..."

With this human, maybe, on his back, Finlay slowly approached, coming up to the other's face and giving it soft licks to show that he was sorry. That he was friendly. That he didn't mean to knock him on his ass. He lay down next to him as he whined softly. He hoped the other was okay as the fall had been quick...dramatic. Plus, hearing the ow sounded painful.

As the other began to sit up, so did he as he sat beside him. He let the other pat at his fur while he wagged his tail to show that he was fine on that part. Sure, his tail was still a little sore but it would be fine. He sniffed over the other. The smell somehow felt...familiar. He couldn't place it. It felt like he should recognize it from somewhere but not sure were. Though, maybe it was because the other smelt like a familiar like he was. Maybe that was it.

After a few more pets, Finaly moved away from the other. It felt time to shift back and apologize in actual words. Giving a final bark, he began to change. His fur vanishing, all dog features turning human. Thanks to Aoife, he wasn't naked as he stood up. He only had a few sets of clothes he could wear that would remain with him during a shift. Ones he kept safe at all costs. "Hey...I am soooo sooooo sorry about that. I was just running off to grab some snacks and wasn't paying full attention. Are you okay?"