I've Arrived

Is that thing Alive?

            After waiting for the pizza rolls to cool down, they are promptly demolished. Vin wipes the sauce off his whiskers with the back of his hand. 
"That was really tasty. I've never had such gourmet food. My compliments to the chef. "

             "That was by no means...gourmet."Egon declares.
His entire being feels sucked dry of energy.   Stretching out his arms, an elaborate yawn vacates his body.
He lazily watches Vin groom the remaining splotches of sauce out of his fur.
"I'm crazy tired, I need a nap or call it early for the night. I promise I will help you find your way back to your home tomorrow. We can think up a plan on what we'll do.  Right now, My pillow is calling me."
While setting the dirty plates in the sink, he notices a peculiar bare spot on the counter.
"Vin!! Put the microwave back where it was!

"Oi! Why are you blaming me for it's absence?"
Vin gulps as he views Egon's face turning red. His expression looks like he is about to explode in hot anger.
"Alright. Calm down. It's back."

           The microwave appears back in its original spot, Egon is relieved everything is intact.
Little Fucker better stop tampering with things.
He winds up muttering "Little Fucker" out loud.
Glancing over at Vin, he's not surprised to see the weasel isn't paying any attention.

             Turning off the kitchen light, Egon heads for his bedroom. Not caring even a smidgeon if Vin follows him or not.

Upon entering his bedroom, Vin scurries past him through his legs. This is proceeded with bouncing to and fro about his room.
Of course he followed  me.  Peace and quiet will be a thing of the past while he stays with me.  My own fault.  I brought him home with me. 

Vin is unable to restrain himself from sniffing and touching things.
"This is your sleeping quarters? How lovely. I like the colors."
He uses the bedsheets to scale up to the top of the bed.
"This must be where you sleep. It holds so much of your arousing scent."
After laying his whole body down, he begins rolling and pushing his body along the surface of the bed. A method of capturing the boy's scent into his fur.
"Hmmm. Mmmm. So nice."

Egon is deeply confused and horrified by what he is watching. In His bed.
What is happening?
"Vin, Stop! Please. Stop that!"

Vin ceases what he is doing. A lewd look etched all over his face.

A shudder rips through Egon. He declares to himself not to ask or ever bring it up, he wants to stay oblivious to what just occurred.
Pushing it back and out of his mind. He heads into the bathroom across from his bedroom.

Vin continues to look unnaturally blissed out for a second until he pops into awareness.
Momentarily alarmed by Egon not within his sights, the scent of the boy lures him to scuttle into another room. Propelling himself on top of the toilet seat, he quizzically views a familiar object in Egon's hand.
"Isn't that one of those things the females use? For the pleasures?"

A white colored foam rockets out of Egon's mouth. He's spitting and hacking heavily. After this procedure ends, he can barely speak due to the disturbed thoughts Vin planted in his mind.
"No. No! Not at all! Where did you!? How did? Uh... It's a toothbrush!! With this and toothpaste you clean your teeth with it. It's apparent you've never used one. Your breath is rancid!"

"Gasp!!" Vin vocalizes the word gasp.
"If you're trying to wound me, you have failed. We've already had this discussion. I smell pleasant. In fact, my aroma is like a siren, everyone is enchanted by it and follows it." He points a tiny finger at Egon accusingly. "You sir, have a broken nose. It's a cute nose. But the sniffer part of it ain't working."