#moon drunk drafts

“I’m a werewolf.”

“That’s nice.”

“Link, look at me.”

“I heard you, you’re a...” every word Link knows escapes him.

Rhett stands over him, smiling. His eyes are too bright and his smile too wide and filled with sharp teeth. His arms are held out akimbo with his shirt fully unbuttoned revealing his torso that’s covered in a dark brown fur, the light catching it here and there shining dirty blonde to match his beard and hair. His hands are also wrong, longer, with claws like white knives inking out of every finger.

“This isn’t my full form but it’s more comfortable, I don’t go full wolf until the full moon.”

There’s a long and awkward silence that makes Rhett fidget in place. Then Link starts to laugh. He joins him and they laugh for about a minute straight rolling through high pitched manic laughter to running out of breath chuckles.

“Man, you really had me going. I can’t believe I didn’t notice you changing. What is this? Like a jacket or or chest plate.” Link stands up as he speaks and walks over to Rhett, reaching out with his hand. He places it onto the furry chest and runs his hands through. It feel warm and soft and the low moan that creeps out of Rhett’s throat has Link snatching his hand away as if being burned. “Cmon! Don’t make it weird!”