That Little Raccoon

Chapter 4 ✨

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Tommy Pov ~

"Toms, its okay if you're hurt. We honestly just wanna help."
Wilbur said slightly lifting the towel on tommy's head. It revealed a slight purple bruise on the raccoon's chin.

Toms?

Where the fuck did that come from?

"I'm not hurt, my hair is just wet."
Tommy replied, swatting Wilbur's hand. He didn't need pity, he was strong. He could handle himself, Tommy had been taught to.

"Ah, okay.. Well-... Do you wanna eat? You haven't had dinner. I know I said you could just take a shower, but I mean.. People gotta eat."
Wilbur suggested. It was true. But Tommy also just went four straight days without food, he'd gone longer of course, but... Did he really want it now? He didn't feel exactly hungry in that moment but he knew he definitely was.

Wait.

...

People?

Tommy wasn't a person? He was a rodent, a rat.

A waste of space.

Whatever, Tommy didn't exactly feel like putting himself down at that moment. He's too tired and hungry. Though he wasn't tired like sleepy, just tired in the mental route.

So he just slowly nodded and let a little hum of agreement slip out of his mouth. It's odd how his mood can switch so easily, he was mad/annoyed just a few seconds ago but now he just doesn't have the mental capacity to feel anything really.

"That's good, I think we have some ingredients left from tonight. We had grilled cheese, are you okay with that?"
Wilbur asked in a soft tone trying not to force anything.

"Yeah."
Tommy replied quietly. His head was going somewhat fuzzy, he guessed that he lied to himself. He apparently was tired, though maybe it was because he was mentally drained. Sleep is a powerful thing that can get rid of things that were 'in the way' within a couple of seconds. It's sad it doesn't last forever. Is that what his mind wanted? (Did that even make sense?) Then again Tommy had never gotten that much sleep.. Ever.

Maybe he was longing for more of the soft touch of the blankets that were lazily draped over him from when he woke up.

Tommy followed Wilbur downstairs, he looked down so he could watch his feet take steps.

Once they made it Tommy just sat on the floor. Most people would make him eat on the floor as a pet would. They'd watch and laugh at him, sometimes throw food at the raccoon and that'd be all he would get.

Wilbur was looking through the fridge, Tommy just watched basically a grey figure looking back and forth. By now his hair was dry which meant it'd be soft and poofy. The towel moved up a bit which meant his ears were also now dry and soft and poofy. This happens when Tommy is actually allowed to use soap or even actually shower. He forced his fluff tail to come closer to himself and to be behind him instead of curled around him like before.

"Okay so... We do have bread and cheese left. Are you fine with chedd......ar..."
Wilbur spoke up, silently shocked as he turned around holding a block of orange cheese, he saw that Tommy had sat on the floor and how fluffy his hair probably looked under the towel that was draped over the boy's head as it seemed to have apparently gone up? Grown? Wilbur couldn't exactly tell.

"You can sit at the table y'know..?"
Wilbur said in more of a question kind of tone.

"..Can I?"
Tommy's right ear flicked along with his tail. Was this douche actually being serious?