@kidhellion put the idea in my head and I had to run with it. Pre-vigilante days, just two homeless Re-Genes on the run and needing shelter.
A loud thump wakes Nikki with a start, canvas on concrete at a guess. Most likely Tegan's backpack and all its mystery contents within, echoing too loud in the space of the abandoned warehouse. A temporary shelter, and he an even more temporary guest.
"Move." That's Tegan's voice alright, barking out a command with no authority to back it up. Nikki's taken worse orders from worse people to be bothered with Tegan's tone.
"No, fuck off." Nikki curls up tighter on the threadbare mattress, the only thing in the warehouse that could plausibly be called furniture, aside from a few old crates long since looted by other scavengers.
"You fuck off." An equally eloquent response. "Move or I'll make you move."
"You really want me to break your nose again?" Nikki half turns, not quite looking over his shoulder.
"Oh I want you to fucking try." This time the threat feels real. Nikki considers his options, a fight would feel good right now, therapeutic even, a release from all the anger that claws at him like a caged animal. But Tegan has the advantage of being already on his feet, and he's a good fighter to boot. Trained, maybe military, but there's a strange familiarity to it. Almost like…but that would be impossible.
Wouldn't it? What does he even really know about Tegan aside from him being a penniless drifter with a shitty attitude and uncanny fighting skills? And being another telepath, that much he could feel, like testing the handle of a locked door though he suspects they'd both been too spooked then to press any harder. Doors open both ways.
In the end Nikki decides not to press the issue, its late, trying to find another decent sleeping spot not already scavenged by the city's other down and outs or infested with cockroaches and the LDPD alike, would be a slim pickings at best.
"Fine, you scared off the cat anyway." Having another set of eyes, ears and other senses around never hurt and cats never asked for much. Too dangerous to name them, to get attached, even more dangerous to admit their warm company was a comfort. Comfort was too much of a risk.
"I didn't-" Tegan starts, too defensive to recognize the bait before he started, mouth always a little ahead of everything else, he cuts himself off with an exasperated sigh. "Just move over." A redundant statement as Nikki had already acquiesced.
The mattress shifts with Tegan's added weight, probably losing more of its stuffing through one of the many duct taped tears in the old fabric. Nothing to be done about that, Nikki stays as diligently to his side as space allows and Tegan does the same. Neither of them say a word.
Nikki wakes suddenly for the second time of the night, straining his ears for the source and keeping his telepathic presence as low as possible out of fear of those who knew how to look for it. An ambulance wails in the distance. Sickly yellow street light filters in from the warehouse's high windows and he can see his breath forming in front of him in short panicked bursts. Cold, maybe that was it.
It was one of the first things he learned since his escape from the Farm, that the weather outside could change on a dime, the Big One irreparably damaging the West Coasts natural atmosphere just as much as the land itself. Even snows weren't uncommon.
It isn't until his breath dissipates that Nikki realizes he's not as cold as he should be, which only leads to a new kind of panic. Tegan's body is pressed up against his back, one arm nestled in the crook of Nikki's side, not quite draped over him, not quite holding him.
Nikki's mind races with worse case scenarios, Tegan's a fucking stranger. Was this intentional? Was he trying to- no, it doesn't matter, he should elbow him in the gut and then kick his teeth in for good measure. How stupid was he to trust himself to fall asleep around someone else? Just because they shared a handful of similarities and a make shift roof?
Still Nikki hesitates. Tegan's breathing is deep and even, snoring softly in a way that'd be hard to fake, just not impossible. This is stupid, so stupid, but then again so is dying of hypothermia. And Tegan is warm, that much he can admit. Nikki allows himself to lean a little further into that warmth and Tegan adjusts, unwaking. Probably crashed out after too many nights staying awake worrying he might try to steal something, as if he had anything to take.
This comfort is a risk, but its just a temporary one, Nikki reasons. He can always push Tegan away in the morning.
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Here's an art gift I made for a very dear friend of mine, the ever fabulous @lovelytekki featuring two of her favourite characters, JFK from Clone High and Mega Man from the Capcom video game series, Mega Man, reenacting the "I think we're gonna have to kill this guy" meme I found on twitter a little while ago.
I tried out a new colouring method with these two where I had softer coloured lines on the inside while keeping a lighter shade of black for the outside and for under their chins. I also copied the method of highlighting Mega Man's helmet from The Venture Bros character, Ro-Boy (from S4E6).
This is Infinity! She's a magical dog who really just wants to be normal and is surrounded by friends who she thinks are idiots, lovingly. She had a troubled family life and despite all the expectations put on her, she just wants to be normal. I viewed her as the kind of loveable that Akane from Ranma 1/2 or Misty from Pokemon is! Abrasive at times, yet loving nonetheless. Her markings would all shine on the rare occasions she would use her magic powers!
I based her on who I was and what I wanted to be at the time - wanting to be free of everyone's expectations of me. Also, somehow she was my fursona but I still didn't know what a furry was yet. I consider her my first fursona, loosely! Perhaps not the *most* interesting but she held a lot of importance to me and helped lead me to where I am today!
Also, given the date on the submission of this, I was, in fact, 12 years old when I made her lol
Tekki [Luna Wolf] (He/him)
Tekki is a walnut with pants (full name of his species). He has his arms stretched up always, because that's the most comfortable position for walnuts with pants. This also counts as his hobby. He lives on a house boat and has a farm with cows. He is christian. He is best friends with Roy from Fire Emblem (but he doesn't look anything like that because that'd be too hard to draw). He takes him out for ice cream at the end of their adventures but there's always something wrong with Roy's ice cream. Tekki once baked himself into a Pizza to surprise his friend Hulk. He is canonically 39 years old.
His design is based on a character from the Gigglebone Gang games.
Description
He is a round walnut with arms and legs and a face. He wears a white shirt and blue dungarees but that's hard to tell because of his weird body shape. He wears glasses and has crooked teeth.
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