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[shok_ebasit_hissra]

One morning Bull woke up, no longer Askaashi, once more seeing the world through just one eye. It felt strange, but good. His memories felt close, felt real. It had been one hell of a week. He was glad Krem thought to keep some of his adult clothes around. He got dressed and headed out; they sky was heavy and overcast, and every time the wind kicked up he could smell rain.

He made his way to the library; he remembered that Dorian had to work, which was how he'd ended up at Krem's. Or maybe it was because he'd kept trying to itch his horn nubs on everything Dorian owned.

It felt really good to be an adult again.

The rain started before he reached the library; when he got there he saw a familiar figure just coming out. Bull grinned.

"Dorian! I'm back."

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[propertool]

Dorian gave a breathy, exhausted laugh and peeled himself off of Bull to stand. The muscles in his arse and thighs were pleasantly sore from use.

"Unfortunately, I do think I prefer it the other way around. Not that a little variety isn't fun. I just prefer to do less of the work."

[shok_ebasit_hissra]

"That's fine with me," he rumbled; his breath hitched a bit as Dorian pulled away and he shifted onto his side so he could get a better view of the make. He looked good, even spent.

"Just remember, you can always ask, kadan."

Bull was quiet a moment, then chucked. "Come on, let's clean off and settle in. Think I promised you a movie, or whatever we can find on."