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(Ao3)

She woke up to the sound of ruffling papers.

Chise groaned and buried her head into the pillows. The last thing she wanted at the moment was to wake up—not that she thought in these exact terms, but she damn well knew she wanted to sleep. She was nowhere near ready enough for cognitive thinking beyond rest.

When the shuffling papers continued, the light sleeper let out a loud, frustrated sound and pulled her pillow over her head.

“Oh, did I wake you up? Apologies.”

Her eyes shot open.

Instantly, she sat up and her eyes landed on the one person, fake or not, she would prefer never to see again.

He sat at her desk, with the lamplight on, and hunched over the small wooden furniture, sitting in a chair meant for her, not a large—whatever he was—being such as he. His wolf skull head lifted up, beady red eyes pin-pointed her in her tiny bed. She heard his clothes ruffle with his movements, and the red cloth he wore on the back of his head, tied to his horns, waved when her bedroom’s rotation fan turned to him.

She wasn’t insanely surprised to see him. This late, however, she had no patience. It did remind her of the load of chores she had to do tomorrow, after classes. She would have to do them with Elias until she could get a refill on her drugs. “What are you doing here?”

“Same as usual, Chise. Your biology notes are fascinating, however.”

“Thanks. Now, let me sleep, please.”

He cleared his throat and stood up, laying her biology notes on the desk. “I must thank Ruth for getting rid of that poison,” he said, before sitting down on the end of her bed. She more than felt his weight sink into the mattress, horrifying realistic. “He was quite in agreement with me; they are hurting you more—“

She sighed, tired. It felt like cotton had replaced her brain. “Don’t tell me he’s going to start talking, too.” Chise had locked Ruth out of her room before leaving for bed.

Elias tilted his great big head. “He will protect you when I cannot. Luckily for him, a familiar, he can be in a mortal form with or without your special sight.” She had no desire to keep a pet (much less the cash), but whatever made this guy shut up.

“Fantastic,” she deadpanned, dropping onto her pillow. She rolled over to turn her back to him. “Goodnight.”

She heard him huff. “You seem tense. I read that experiencing a sexual climax can help wi—“

With an exasperated, shocked gasp, she whipped her head around to face him over her shoulder “Don’t tell me you just told me to masturbate.”

Elias was quite technical about most things (when she wasn’t on her meds). Sometimes he even made things, in the most scientific light, poetic. But this, however. Was. Not. Okay.

“A mear suggestion.”

She was so, so tired. Tired of him. Tired of everything, really. Honestly? She couldn’t remember the last time she let herself be a little frisky with herself. But with Elias? God, no. Chise gave him a sharp look, despite her exhaustion. To be truthful, he wasn’t—ugly. But he wasn’t real. This conversation was one-sided. If he was telling her to Jill off, that was her subconscious telling her she needed a little release.

But it was too weird with him around.

She needed to get sleep. A glance at the clock told her if she fell asleep now she could get a whole hour’s worth of sleep. That was more important than her own desires. Satisfied with her logical conclusion, she turned back to Elias and snapped, “Goodnight.”

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Ruth was wagging so hard in the bath that Chise was having a difficult time just keeping him in the bath. With his shaggy black fur soaked in soapy water, he looked like any other happy dog, not the dirty mutt she’d been forced to take home with her.

“If you can just sit still for five seconds that’d be great,“ she droned, snubbing down the canine’s back. Miraculously, Ruth went stagnant for a moment and turned to look her in the face. He panted, then barked in her face. “Wow,” she deadpanned. “So well trained.” Chise had always imaged herself as a cat person.

Today had been ridiculously long. Typically if she had a shift at the pet shop she’d go straight home and sleep for whatever wee hours she could squeeze in before waking up for a morning class. The only days she could sleep in on where Wednesdays and weekends, but today was Monday, and—Well, she really, really, really did not have time for this.

Chise stood up and wiped her hands on the towel for Ruth before checking her phone. There was one text from Alice which she ignored, but—it was almost one in the morning, and in five hours she had to go to class. Fuuuu—

Ruth barked from the tub, and she hushed him halfheartedly. She turned and grabbed the shower head from the hook and—

Suddenly, the great dog leaped out of the bath and bolted out the room, shaking soap and water everywhere. Swearing, she raced after him, whistling like an idiot because she really didn’t know how to care for a dog despite working with them half of the day. The dog took a sharp left at the entrance to the hallway, bolting into the living room.

Her apartment was small, but she didn’t have to share it with anyone. The kitchen, dining, and living room was basically one area, with the impossibly thin “bar” that separated the kitchen. It was all hard floor, too. Due to that, Ruth’s claws scraped against the floor and he skidded into the dining room table, knocking the things off of it.

On it was a handful of her prescriptions, tick plastic bottles. They rattled and fell to the floor. Not given a chance to pick them up, Ruth opened his big mouth and scooped up a bottle—a very important bottle—and ran in the other direction. Yelling at the dumb dog, because, hey, she needed that, she lunged for him, lost her drip on his soapy black fur, and fell face first to the floor.

Scrambling up to her feet, she chased after him again, right as he jumped back into the tub. He chewed on the pill bottle, until—

“No!” She shouted, as his jaws clamped down so hard on the bottle that it hoped open, the pilled spilling out into the water.

The blue pills dissolved before she could even grab a week’s worth, melting like hot candy.