Buck Turned Fawn

Chapter 9 - Kitty and Fawn

Husker knocked on his door.

"Boss? Wanna talk...?"

Alastor made some kind of whine in agreement, and so Husker entered. He didn't see Alastor, but he did see a little lump underneath some blankets, curled up in the fetal position. Husker approached the lump.

"Al, what are you doing under there?"

Alastor poked his head out, still having that smile, but he looked a mixture of sad and annoyed. Maybe he did want space...? Wait...that wouldn't make sense if he invited Husker in.

"...nothing, Husker."

He sat up, pushing the blanket off him, revealing him still in his damn formal attire. He stood up, trying to just...force himself out of his regression.

"Right, I think that's enough "toddler time" for a day."

He mumbled to himself.

"Seriously, what are you doing, Al?"

He watched Alastor go to grab his cane from across the room.

"I'm going to sort myself out. I'm done with this whole "age regression" thing"

He picked up the cane, leaning on it so he wouldn't fall over. He wouldn't ever admit it was hard to walk and stand.

"Al, I doubt you can just force yourself out of this. Just sit down and wait for it to be over."

Alastor ignored Husker and approached the door, intending to just head downstairs, believing he was un-regressing. In reality, he was doing the opposite.

"I'll tell Charlie you'll bu-"

He stopped, feeling as if he was forgetting how to speak. Was he about to just babble? Like a damn baby? Well shit, this wasn't going the way he thought.

Husker just chuckled and pulled Alastor back onto his bed.

"No, I'll tell Charlie you'll be up here, resting."

Alastor couldn't respond without feeling like he was about to spit out some incoherent babbles. Goddamit! Is he in babyspace?! Maybe he should've just followed Husker's advice originally and rested. He curled up and chewed on his cane. 

Husker chuckled more and pulled the cane out his mouth, making Alastor whine.

"How about you uh...chew on something that won't have a chance of hurting you?"

He put the cane under the bed and Alastor kicked and whined, wanting his cane back. He rolled over onto his other side, crossing his arms, pouting and kicking the blanket.

Husker pulled the blanket to Alastor's mouth, letting him chew on it. It was better than potentially breaking his cane and getting glass in his mouth. Alastor made a content hum...or whine.

He took off Alastor's boots and tucked him in, then patted his head and chuckled as Alastor slowly closed his eyes, his smile drooping to a neutral expression.

"Night night, you baby."

Husker left, closing the door behind him.