#da floof

“Um, excuse me?” Tomimi cracked open the door of the second-floor lounge. “Is this where the meeting is happening?”

Provence and a noticeably-deflated bean bag chair were seated across from each other as the Archosaurian came in, with the Lupo stopping mid-sentence to address her. “Miss Tomimi! Yes, we’re meeting here! Did you come to join us?”

“Uh-huh. The flyer was really pretty, and I’ve been having some problems I think you can understand better than Gavial.”

“Well, that’s why we’re here! Oh, by the way, this beanbag isn’t empty.” She tapped the air above it, and Manticore’s invisibility deactivated. “Have you met Tomimi before, Manty?”

The assassin shook her head. “W-we’ve never...spoken, no. I saw her...when she first...arrived, but didn’t...ask her to join.”

“Oh, that’s alright, Manty, I wouldn’t expect you to. Well, come have a seat, and we’ll see how we can help!”

“Thank you, Miss...Provence? Your name is the one on the poster, right?” She sat down on a third beanbag, which was especially comforting to her tailbone after a long day. “What were you talking about before I came in? I think I, um, interrupted you.”

Manticore nodded. “The Doctor recently...asked Engineering to...widen the doorways for us...but since we...didn’t ask about it...we were talking about...why that might’ve happened.”

“Oh, I know that! My tail grew again, and the other day I went to leave the cafeteria and got stuck. Miss FEater pushed me through, but I took some of the, um, threshold with me.” The Archosaurian blushed at that; it was embarrassing when someone other than Gavial touched her tail like that (and more than embarrassing when the Medic did).

“Your tail is still growing?” Provence cocked her head. “Oh, dear, that does sound like a hassle. I’m happy the Doctor decided to do that for you, though. With that mystery solved, what were you hoping we could help with?”

Tomimi scratched her neck, a couple loose flakes of skin coming with; she was going to start shedding soon, she was pretty sure. “The bathtub in my room isn’t big enough for me and my tail at the same time, and if I try to let it dry while I wash myself, my floor gets all wet. Do I have to use the training room showers to wash up?”

“There’s a button...on the left side...of the tub...that opens a door...you can set your tail in...that will wash it for you...We had them...added to our rooms...and requested them...for every apartment.” Manty was doing her best not to stare, but Estelle knew she was the only girl for her. This was just...absurd levels of thicc.

“Oh! That’s what that’s for! I was putting my dishes in that.” The Caster nodded. “That’s really helpful. Does it use brushes or those water jets like the sink uses?”

The Lupo smirked at that. “Water jets.”

“Oh, okay, I’ll still have to brush it myself, then. How long do you spend on making your tails look nice in the morning? Mine drags on the ground, but it still takes about half an hour to get the top to shine just right.”

“That’s a...complicated subject.” Manticore and Provence shared a glance. “No one can...see my tail...so I don’t buff it.”

The Messenger nodded. “And my girlfriend takes care of mine for me in the mornings, so I don’t really do anything, and she likes to take her time, too. Before we started dating, though, I was brushing it throughout the day.”

“Estelle tried once...I got twitchy...so she stopped.” The danger of her getting accidentally stung was far too great.

“Oh. You’re both dating people?” Tomimi sighed. “I wish Gavial would take care of me like that. No matter what I do, it’s like she pretends it’s not what I mean...”

Provence nodded. “Yeah, some people really don’t pick up on hints. Have you asked her on a date, though?”

“...Can I do that? The magazines said the older person should do it.” Then again, the Doctor was always telling her those magazines weren’t the best source of information.

“Relationship magazines...are bullshit...” The Manticore shook her head as the Lupo gasped; she’d never heard a curse from her before. “If you want to...date someone...ask them out...The worst they...can say is no.”

The Caster frowned. “I don’t know what I’ll do if she says no, though.”

“If she does...maybe we can help...That’s why we...have this club...To help each other.”

“That’s right!” The Messenger agreed. “We’ll help you win her over, Tomimi. Count on it.”

Her eyes lit up. “You will?! Oh, I’m so happy. Can I hug you?”

“Give me a moment...Okay.” Manticore had to arrange her stinger so it was nowhere near her back, but once that was done, the Archosaurian practically tackled her into the beanbag. Her tail gave her a serious mass advantage over the lighter Manticore, after all. Provence jumped in on the pile at the point, because who doesn’t love a good hug every now and again, and now was as good a time as any.

“Hmm...” Scavenger caught a glimpse of this unfolding as she passed by. “I should give Gavial a heads-up. She already sent that thicc girl to another Medic a couple times since she came here, and I need that bed for if Prov gets hurt.” And so, not sparing another moment, she was off.

Does Boris shed like a wolf/dog or..... Something?

I must know

(̶N̶o̶t̶ r̶e̶a̶l̶l̶y̶,̶ I̶ j̶u̶s̶t̶ w̶a̶n̶t̶ t̶o̶ k̶n̶o̶w̶)̶

Good question!

Minnie: did you just kiss my neck?! I repeat PUT ME DOWN