Magic & Transvolution

Chapter 8: Sorcerous and Intellicate.

Majestic City Arc.

The bathroom door opens, the fox soaking the wooden floor. He shakes, drizzling everywhere. "Ah, that felt great," he says, smiling.

Ramon looks to the side, gazing at the giant elder that is Clinton. The man glances, stroking a white towel. "Couldn't you wait?" he says, some water landing on his black pants.

"O-Oh..." Ramon chuckles in a raspy manner, scratching his ear. "My apologies, sir." Clinton leans down, setting the towel over his shoulder before taking out his washcloth. He scrubs the floor, then the walls. The fox lifts his paw. "Do you...want my help?"

Clinton shakes his hand. "It's fine. I got this." Handing the towel over, he wipes the door. "Next time, grab a towel before spraying water everywhere."

The Zorua can hardly see underneath the big towel, nodding. "Will do." He sits, maneuvering the towel: Scrubbing and caressing his fur. Clinton finishes his cleaning and walks away, leaving the Zorua by himself.

Soon Ramon stops, moving forward. The towel covers his vision once more. Why would Clinton give me such a huge towel? he thinks, bumping into a wall. "Oof!" He turns, walking towards the stairs. I think I'm heading in the right direc— he trips. "AH!"

He rolls around, hitting his head over and over. "OW! OW! OW!" He bumps into another wall, getting up. The fox moves from side to side, groaning. "Ugh." Another set of stairs appear, the fox tripping over them and rolls.

He descends until another wall stops him, the towel hovering over him: Only his tail is exposed. "Eck..." Ramon's ears flick, laughter nearby. He removes the towel gradually and turns: Ada, Justin, and Clinton are in the diner, Clinton rubbing his head, the others sitting in their chairs.

Ada and Justin wear different outfits, the boy chuckling at the fox while the girl's arms fold. She glares. "What's so funny about someone hurting themselves?" Ada says.

Justin shakes his head. "Nothing. Just that it came out of nowhere." Smirks. "Threw me off guard, haha."

"What if that were to happen to you?" The light girl taps her arm. "Would you be laughing then?"

Justin waves his hand, the two getting up. "Oh relax. I'm sure he's aight. Watch." He walks towards the Zorua. "Hey man, you good?" he asks, his red shirt and blue shorts on display.

Ada's hand presses against her orange shirt, the word 'Honor' in the middle. "Are you injured by any means?" she asks, tugging at her shirt's bottom.

Ramon nods before getting up, moving side to side. "Yeah...I-I'm alright. Nothing about me is hurt at, oof, all," he says with rasp, laughing.

"See? Told ya so." Justin smirks, Ada squinting at him.

"That's hard to believe when his body tells the opposite." Her head shakes, the girl raising her brow. "Are you certain, Ramon?"

"Yeah yeah." The Zorua feels like he's seeing Zapdoses above his head. "Just...having a lot of pain in my head, that's all. It'll, ngh, go away eventually."

"If that's the case." The blue jeans girl walks ahead, sitting on her knees. She lays a hand on top of the Zorua's head, blue light sparkling, his body still. "I may as well take care of this 'little' headache." She glares at Justin, the boy whistling.

Justin pauses, looking back. "...What?" The girl shakes her head.

Clinton slides his hands in his pockets, staring. "Whenever you're done healing, finish eating those sandwiches. I don't want them to rot just like the food outside." He glances at the window.