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backdated to some vague and nebulous time!

[cacophonish]

For the most part, Jeff's been keeping his opossum life and his human life fairly separate. He usually doesn't even talk when he's a critter, usually just lets the possum brain take over and act as weird and feral as his whims take him. So, you know, most people have no idea that the little creature is even Jeff at all.

But he's not always great at controlling the transformation. Sometimes, possum time just happens, like when he's very stressed, very anxious, very scared, or-- like right now-- very relaxed.

Good morning, Bash. Where Jeff was sleeping, curled up against you, there is now a little grey marsupial, tucked in your arms.

[midnightroads]

"Holy fuck, you're not a stuffed animal," he says, as if that might be news to the animal in his arms. But there's no fear or panic or disgust. Bash is just gonna pet the little guy as he does the waking up thing, because shit, either this is Jeff or there's a random opossum in his bed, and he's not sure he wants to know which until he's actually awake.

[cacophonish]

He wakes to being petted, and it really is the best feeling. If opossums could purr, Jeff would be doing so right now. Instead, he makes a little sneezy sound and blinks sleepily. He hasn't fully registered the fact that he's fuzzy right now, and that Bash doesn't even know about his opossum condition, so there's no urgency to explain the situation or anything. He just yawns contentedly, mouth opening wide, showing off his sharp teeth.

[midnightroads]

"I'm not going to ask stupid questions right now, but if you're Jeff, can you blink twice for me? Please?" Without stopping the petting, of course, because even if this isn't Jeff, he's already half in love with this little cutie.

[cacophonish]

Blink. Blink. Jeffness confirmed. He curls up even closer to Bash. "You're like... a giant..." Which, okay, he's used to everyone suddenly being huge when he turns into a lil guy, but it's different when it's Bash! He makes another contented possum sound. "Giant boyfriend..."

[midnightroads]

"And you're smol. Tiny boyfriend!" Bash shifts against the bed, sitting up and pulling possum-Jeff into his lap so he can scratch behind his ears in slow, gentle, circular motions. "How long has this been going on, and why didn't you tell me?"

[cacophonish]

Oh, that feels good. That feels like the best feeling he could ever feel. Jeff is so into the ear scratching.

"Not long, like, a couple weeks? I didn't tell anyone, 'cause..." Hmm. Can you see this tiny possum face thinking? Why didn't he tell anyone? "I guess I just liked not being me sometimes, you know? Just... being an anonymous possum."

[midnightroads]

"Oh. Are you upset that I know now? Should I pretend you're just some possum guy?"

The scratching doesn't stop for even a second as he asks this. Just some possum guy gets loved on too.

[cacophonish]

"No, I'm not-- I like that you know." He doesn't even have to think about it. It's never a bad thing, Bash knowing more about him. He rolls onto his back and stretches out, inviting belly scritches. "I didn't hurt you, by not telling you, right?"

[midnightroads]

"Naw, love. I totally get it." Belly scritches happen, as does a gentle little peck of a kiss to Jeff's muzzle. "Are you okay with me calling you cute when you're like this?"