I've Arrived

It's stuffed

    Time skip to next day-Morning

             Giblet is pumping out some bass beats. Vin bopping his head to the rhythm.  Egon dashes out of the bathroom in only his boxers, he picks out his usual pants and shirt ensemble. 

                 "If I could whistle, I would.   Your calves and thighs are perfection, quite defined and chiseled." 
Vin decides to make a hoot sound instead of straining himself to whistle.

                  "Quit ogling my legs." 
After slipping his clothes on, Egon rummages around his room.  Finding the item he's searching for, he uses it to patch up the chew hole in his back pack. 
"Duct tape, it fixes everything." 

                 This sparks Vin's interest.  "Well, that sounds nifty." 

                     In an instant, the roll of duct tape disappears from Egon's grasp. 
"That's mine!" 
He forces himself to take along calming breath, "I'll be asking for that back in the near future, count on it. 
Actually, I'm sorry I've dropped the ball on helping you get back to your Place or Home. I've been meaning to ask you, do you still want to pursue that?"

            Vin answers instantaneous.  He knows exactly how he feels."
"No.  There's nothing there I want to go back to.  Here feels more like home now." 
Any desire to return was squashed by the repressed memory that surfaced.

              "Alright then, let's grab some grub before school."

                   Vin's face sours.  "I hope the grubs are cooked, they're disgusting raw."

                  "It's an expression.  It'll be normal food."

                     Egon is startled to find his Dad still home and in the kitchen.  Normally he's already left for work.
Nervously he glances at Vin, relieved to see him walking on all fours. 

                      Dad is all dressed for work.  He gathers his wallet and keys. 
"Good morning.  I made you some scrambled eggs and toast.  See you later, have a great day at school."  

                       Releasing a long exhale, Egon's nervousness is lifted. Either his Dad couldn't hear him and Vin talking in his room, or he didn't find it questionable.
After sharing some of his toast and eggs with Vin, they head onward to school.

              It's lunch period, Egon is sitting at his usual table.  It's easy for him to claim it as his table while no one else sits there.  He's calmly eating a ham sandwich until he feels eyes on him.  Investigating this suspicion, it's traced to Luke who is eyeballing his backpack.  Not wanting to rock the boat, Egon casually averts his head away.
Luke has been strangely quiet after yesterday's incident.  He must not have told anyone, no one has approached me about a ferret.   Nothing has been said to me at all.  True, it's only half into the school day, but this is Luke, he lives to cause me trouble and hurt me.
Something else worth noting; Not only is Luke watching his backpack like there's a bomb in it, he's also sitting alone. 
Luke is never by himself in the cafeteria, or anywhere.  Everyone gravitates to him.  Now, all his friends are sitting at different tables, no one is near him like he has a contagious disease.  Maybe his shit attitude has turned everyone off, finally.  They realize he's not some sports God to be revered.
  
                Breaking off a few pieces of his sandwich he discreetly drops them in for Vin.  He resolves to ignore Luke's staring

                The bell rings. Next is Science class.

Time skip to end of school

                  Despite Luke hunting him down yesterday from his "safe" spot behind the school, Egon left his bike there again today. 

                  It's possible Vin placed enough fear in Luke to keep him at bay. 
As soon as Egon places his hands on his bike...

                  "Hey!! Egon!!!" 

                      "The fuck is it with this guy?" Egon whispers to himself.   He nonchalantly turns around.  Feigning indifference.

                       Same as yesterday, Luke is alone.

                     Deciding to swallow down his fear and emotions, he will face Luke, head on.
"What do you want"    Trying to improv his best bored tone.

                    Luke heavily scoffs and reaches a hand toward Egon's backpack.
"I know you have that ferret in there, I saw you feeding it.  Show it to me!."

                   Why the hell does he want to see something he thinks is rabid and dangerous?  Stay calm, stay unmoving.  He hasn't punched me, yet.

                 "I don't have to show you anything."

                 Luke snarls and tugs at Egon's backpack roughly,  yanking it off his shoulder. 

                 Before Egon is able to react, Luke unzips and whips it open.  
Luke's eyes spring wide open in alarm and .. fright?  His hand trembles as he reaches into the bag, pulling out a plush stuffed animal that appears very much like a ferret.  Luke's hand continues to shake violently.
"Is this some sort of sick joke??" His voice wavers,  no longer a tone of dominance.

                   Not expecting Luke to only find a stuffed ferret, Egon quickly gathers his wits about him. 
"No joke, that's my childhood stuffed animal I've carried around since kindergarten.  It's lucky to me, I carry it everywhere.  Its the closest thing I have to ferret." 
Damn, where is this courage coming from? Also, Luke doesn't seem mad about it.  He's oddly, shaken? Distressed?

              Luke drops the stuffed animal on the ground.  Presses both his hands to his forehead.
"Gah!  I can't process this right now!" 
After this outburst, Luke storms away.

                After waiting and watching to make sure Luke had fully exited, Egon peers into his backpack. 

                Vin's small bag lay at the bottom.  Luke didn't discover that, he must have been too jarred by the stuffed animal. 
Knowing Vin must be inside the bag, his instincts told him to call out, in a whisper. 
"Pssttt, Vin, he's gone.  Come back." 

               With what could only be described as a PoP, Vin appears in a flourish.   Except his countenance appears ill. How the fur coated weasel could take on a pallor of green is a mystery. 
"Vin, are you.."

               "I'm fine." Vin interrupts. 
"It passes quickly."  With that said, his usual chestnut brown coloration returns. 
His whole body starts humming with excitement. 
"Did it work? Did it work? Did it work!!???" 

                   "It worked perfectly.  That was genius, you're a clever weasel." 

                  Vin soaks in the praise. 
"Did you doubt me?" 
Poking his head out of the back, he's distraught to see the stuffed ferret on the ground, on its side. 
"Marcel!! Are you ok!?"
Hopping down next to the plushie, Vin stands it upright, promptly mounts it.   His hips start thrusting, humping away at the inanimate object.
"This always makes you feel better.  I know how much you love this."  He croons

               Egon averts his eyes from the weasel's "display of affection".
"Umm... I'm sorry to be a cockblock, but I'm ready to get away from this place, can we go?"

                  "Sure, Marcel and I will resume later."

                  Vin climbs in the backpack, dragging Marcel in with him.  

                  Egon pedals away.

                  In the shadows behind the school, a pair of cold eyes were watching.