I'm just going to say it straight away, if you think furries are weird and don't like them then click off. Nobody in this one shot will wear a full costume but I know one of ya will be a Karen and attack me. I don't need that shiz so buzz off. Now let's get into the one-shot.
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So uh, crazy story coming. But first I should mention, I now own dog ears... like a furry. Not that I dislike them or anything! I just, it's never been my thing, but if it's someone else's then okay. You be you and have fun. But that's not the point! I somehow got dog ears, when I went out to buy another plant. You're probably asking, 'Hey Evan, how the fu-", kidding, 'Hey Evan, how did that happen?" Even if you weren't asking I'm telling you anyway.
I was walking to my local flower shop, they have a really nice florist too and I wanted to talk to them. Anyway, I walk in and see a lady trying to buy something from the cashier. Obviously, it's a store. But the thing is, the cashier was being a dick and wouldn't sell them anything. At first I thought I shouldn't get involved because it's none of my business but then I heard something that made me blood boil... and that takes a lot...
"Sorry, we don't sell to your kind of people."
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Excuse me, what? She looks like an innocent lady who just wants some flowers. And what does she even mean, "your kind of people?" She's just like me. An average person living their day to day life as they go. Nothing special. Back to the point, why aren't I doing anything?! I should be helping her, so as a nice person would, I walk up to the cashier and talk with her.
"Uhm, I know it's none of my business but I couldn't help but overhear your conversation and your last reply... really wasn't necessary." I talk calmly, trying not to start any more drama.
"Oh no, I'm fine. Really." The lady who wasn't able to buy something tried to let it go but I'm not letting the cashier get away with it. I lay my hand on top of hers as comfort, supporting her through this discrimination.
"I think it was because this lady right here is not following the store guidelines." The cashier says with a snap. Jeez, someone woke up with an attitude.
"Guidelines?" Most stores don't have 'guidelines', they have rules or whatever. I've never heard them call them that.
"Customers shall not be served when wearing masks, hoods, or other materials. She is not following the guidelines." She disgustingly points to her head and I notice what she's wearing... dog ears. Oh. But why is that against the 'guidelines', it's not like she's covering her face.
"What's the problem with it? It's basically a headband, people can wear those, can't they?"
"Yes but-"
"But nothing. It's a headband. There's nothing about those in your 'guidelines' now is there?"
"Well... technically no-"
"Then we're done here." She does an exaggerated sigh and finally lets the lady pay for her flowers. I smile victoriously and take my hand off hers. As I leave I get stopped by the lady.
"Hey wait!-" I turn around and face her, "Uhm thank you for that, I would never have the courage to stand up to her." She nervously laughs, the same kind of laugh that I do.
"Oh it was no problem really, I couldn't just stand by and let her get away with that." I respond. I had to, it was complete bs.
"I wanted to repay you for helping me-" she starts to pull out her wallet.
I cut her off, "no no no, I didn't expect a reward for helping." I couldn't take anything from her, I was just being a decent citizen.
"Oh," she pauses and puts her wallet back in your purse, "well if money isn't what you want then how about your own dog ears?" She has an innocent smile, if I wasn't gay I would say it's cute.
"But they're yours-" i definitely couldn't take one of her belongings.
"No I insist," she raises her hands to her head and takes off her dog ears, "you like dogs right?" She jokes and hands them to me. I stare down at them for a minute. I only now pay attention to the detail, they're short, brown ears that have a point at the end. Fluffs of fur at the top and near the eardrum.
"Yeah, I do- are you sure though? I really don't need-"
"It's the least I can do. I'm going to my friend's funeral today, I need flowers to lay on her grave. I really appreciate what you've done for me." She has a sad smile on her lips and it only makes me glad that I helped her. She needed it.
"...okay, I'll take them. Since you insisted." I give her a smile and turn around to walk out the door.
I put on the ears and look at myself in the mirror. I don't look that bad in them... I'm glad I helped that lady. She was so pure and innocent, probably even more than me. I smile as I remember the entire... scene. I actually stood up to someone...
"You look cute."
I freeze and stare wide eyes at the mirror. It's Jared. I can tell by the voice. I'm screwed. He's going to think I'm weird. He's going to hate me. He's going to-
"Didn't know you were into that." He laughs.
I finally get the courage to turn around and face him. He's leaning against the doorway to my room with a smug look on his face. I might be able to stand up to a stranger but I cannot embarrass myself in front of Jared.
"N-nonono, no, no. I'm not-" I stutter as I try to get the ears off. Not like he hasn't seen them already.
"Jeez, you can relax. I'm not going to judge you or anything." His smirk softens and it becomes more of a smile.
"Y-yeah, right..." I start to get more anxious so I look at the ground to prevent any further embarrassment. Just looking at him makes me anxious, he might not judge me but he could just be saying that. He could be thinking of all the possible insults he could say.
"I meant what I said." He says with a sharper tone, not in an aggressive way but I could probably tell better if I could actually look at him.
"I know, you stopped judging last-"
"Not what I'm referring to."
"W-what... oh sh- you-" I stare wide eyed at him and start to feel my cheeks heat up. He... he called me cute. I just realized that. Oh my god, my crush just called me cute. Wow.
"Put the ears back on." He makes it sound like a command, should I be worried? I should probably be worried.
"U-uhm, okay..." I hesitantly raise my hands up and put the ears back on. I cross my arms as the anxiety rises. Putting them back on as he just watches is... really unsettling. He slowly walks over to me and uncrosses my arms, lowering them to my sides. Not letting go of my hands.
"Calm your breathing, that's how your panic attacks start." He softly suggests as he looks at me. I oblige and try to calm my breathing, it sort of works.
"Good enough," he smiles, "where did you get them?" He looks at the ears then back at me.
"Long story..." I sigh. If I wasn't scared of violence or she wasn't a girl, I would've hit her... no I wouldn't. Stop lying to yourself, Evan.
"As I said before, you look cute." He says unfazed, with complete confidence. He's always been confident but it's always been jokes... he's not joking.
"T-thank you." I feel myself slowly get more flustered as Jared is close to my face, holding my hands, and is bluntly complimenting me. What has this day come to?
