I've Arrived

I know what you are

            Egon is stumped on what this celebration is about.
"Who's wrong? About what?"

             Dropping his arms back down, Vin's eyes became misty again.
"My group I told you about. My so-called friends. They said I'm useless and a pest. It was them that sent me to this World. They did it to make sure I never found them again. To make sure I was really gone from their lives." He rubs his wet nose with the back of his hand and sniffles.
"I didn't mention this, because I only recently remembered what happened right before I woke up here."

              Egon is engulfed in feelings of sympathy and anger.
What kind of shit friends are those? No, not friends. Just Shit.
"Vin, yes you are kinda overbearing at first. A lot to take in."

              Vin opens his mouth to possibly retort.

               "Hold on, there's more."
Egon extends a finger, stopping Vin before any words escaped.
"Anyone can put in the ounce of effort it takes to get to know you. Those "friends""
Egon makes air quotes to signify he doesn't consider them friends at all.
"They were too lazy and too shitty to try to understand you. Really know you. You radiate positivity. You lighten a dark mood. You boost morale. Everyone needs that. Without you, you can bet your ass that shitty group is miserable and at each other's throats right now."

             The urge to hug Egon is strong,  it takes remarkable willpower to stop himself.  Vin hugs himself instead.
"Thank you. I can picture them all down in the dumps without me. They regret all of it, don't they?"

             "Damn right they do."

              "Egon?"

               "Yeah?"

                "Why didn't you say anything back at that blonde bully? Yell at him, tell him off. Call him a ferret!"

           Egon sighs and rubs the back of his head.
"Fuck, that's a loaded question. It's.. well, anytime I've said anything to Luke or back at him, the beatings are ten times worse. It's better to keep my mouth shut."

            Standing up on his hind legs, Vin swings some mock punching moves.
"Slug him in the face!"

            "Not gonna happen, I'm a noodle. Any punch from me would bounce off of him. Even when he doesn't have his dumbass followers with him, he's still far beyond anything I could put a dent in. It's unfair how built he is at our age. He excels at every sport. Best I can do is try to stay away from him and not say anything to him. It's lessened the amount and severity of the beatings."

              Vin strokes his chin with his forefinger and thumb, in deep thought. "Hmm, there must be some alternative. One with no bully, no beatings. Happy Egon."

               "Trust me, there are no loopholes. Random question, how old are you?"

               "I'm 2 years old."

                "Only 2?"

                   "I was born with the polecat good looks, unfortunately I'm also stuck with the polecat lifespan. My 2 years is like your 22. How about yourself you, sexy stud, how old are you?"

                 "I'm 16.    In uh.... human years?" Egon scratches his head some more.
"By the way, I googled polecat. They don't look anything like you."

                   "You did what to a polecat!?"

                   "It's a search and I saw pictures. Upon further searching I found that you're a dead ringer for a long tailed weasel. Minus your arms and hands. Am I right?"

                     Vin begins pacing on the bed, huffing and chuffing. Clearly at odds with himself. He then stops while emitting a sigh of defeat.
"Fine, you win. That's what I am. Weasel sounds so.. ordinary. I want to be extraordinary."

                  Egon sits  up straighter and genuinely laughs. 
"Trust me, you push the boundaries of extraordinary, even as a weasel. Now hop on." He pats his right shoulder with his hand.

                   Vin tilts his head and cocks a brow "Hop on what?"

                    "My shoulder, I know you've wanted to. I'm ok with it.  I'm ready."

                     "You mean it!???"
Vin shrieks in elation and dashes onto Egon's shoulder in seconds. His face and hands are instantly in Egon's hair, inhaling loudly. "Mmm, I do love your smell and your soft hair."
He starts rubbing his body against Egon's head.

                    "Vin, control yourself."