Fox (mxm) (Rever series 1)

Fox 14

The spinning was hard to handle. His body felt like it was tumbling over and over and over again. It had happened before. He remembered being shoved into the washer by his older brother. It had been a joke to his siblings, but as the dream went on, Fox relived the terror of the water flooding in as the machine began to spin his body, knocking his head and feet repeatedly against the metal interior. It hadn't lasted very long, according to his brother, but when Fox was finally let out, he was disoriented, had bruises all over underneath his fur, and threw up a lung-full of water right where he'd fallen out of the machine. 

Jolting upright, then flopping back over since he was not used to having to balance in such a way, Fox blinked up at the ceiling and tried to calm his panting breath. 

Just a dream. 

Noah suddenly appeared above him, his worried expression making Fox raise an eyebrow. 

"Are you okay? Whatever you were thinking woke me up," he said, nearly sounding as breathless as Fox felt. 

I'm okay. It was just an old nightmare. 

"That much anxiety over a nightmare?" Henry mumbled on a yawn as he came into view rubbing at the back of his head, his hair an absolute mess. More so than usual, but who cared? Not him. 

I'm a fox, I get anxiety over hawks, cars, garbage cans... and washing machines. 

"That last one. Why over washing machines?" Noah asked as he sat down on the edge of Fox's dog bed.

Doesn't really matter. 

Fox curled back up on his bed, his annoyingly-big human feet sticking off the edge no matter how hard he tried to tuck them in.  

"Are you sure? You seemed really stressed out," Noah pushed as he reached down and gently set a hand on Fox's hair. It was too long and kept falling in front of his eyes, but whenever he tried to move it, it just went right back a moment later. 

"Is your hair bothering you? I can cut it for you if you'd like?" Henry asked as he knelt down and reached forward, earning a nip to the tip of his finger as he tried to grab a few strands. 

Fox added a swat for good measure, but he felt like the warning wasn't nearly as threatening with his weird human hand. He didn't even have claws, for god's sake. 

"Sorry, I know you're not used to me yet," Henry said as he sat down a foot or so away and smiled sleepily. "If you want that hair out of yours eyes, though, I promise I am pretty good at cutting it. I used to work part time at a barbershop, so I know enough to not mess it up." 

I don't care what I look like as a human. 

Noah gently began moving his fingers through Fox's messy hair as he replied, "it might be a good idea, if you're stuck in your human form for a bit. Being able to see is one of the most important things, believe it or not," he joked. 

I don't plan on being in this form a second longer than it makes me. I don't know what's going on, but if I go back to sleep, I'll probably wake up as a fox again, so please excuse me. 

Fox nuzzled into his blankets as best he could, but he just wasn't great with his hands yet, so he couldn't pull the heavier ones up over the parts they weren't covering well enough. The heated ones had also timed out, leaving him quite chilly. 

"Here, we've got you, Fox," Noah said as he heard him and Henry move about. 

He didn't bother looking, but both men worked fast with one pulling up his blankets and tucking them in around him, while the other reset the heated ones and got them going again.