Vol1
"God, you have to go to the doctor."
Standing in the Rand's bathroom, Rogers took a step back, pointed to the pile of stuff on the ground (strictly speaking, it was Rand's skin), and let out a long gasp.
Rand stood behind him with his arms crossed his chest, his face very ugly.
"I don't think going to the hospital will help, and, taking 10,000 steps back, even if I go to the hospital... I don't think my problem will be like a scratch, the doctor will give you stitches and you can go, they will give you I did a series of checks and it took enough time for the guys around my apartment to find me. Vincent's situation is not good now, and I don't want to cause him any more trouble, even if it's public opinion …”
Rand said word by word, slowly.
In this morning's news, Vincent Sivers' illness was brought up again, and there were malicious speculations about whether he was using it to escape the world's treatment of him, and the tragedy that his family had suffered. 's inquiry.
This speculation made Rand furious, but there was nothing he could do about it.
Only time is the best solution to their current predicament, and as time goes by, those guys will always find other hapless people to continue their spree. Rand must maintain his current state of reticence, and he is well aware of it.
"But, it's really not right, I think my skin is getting goosebumps. Are you sure you're not going..."
"Actually, I'm fine now."
Rand rubbed his temples and said tiredly.
Except for the insomnia caused by his mental stress, his body feels normal, even better than before.
"Well, since you insisted." Rogers shrugged his shoulders. "So you called me here to show me your pile of... er... cuticles?"
Then Rogers saw that Rand's face became more terrifying than before.
"I actually wanted you to do me a favor...I want you to take care of me...Munster."
"What? No! Absolutely not!"
Rogers jumped up like he saw a big monster and ran towards the door.
A scaly tail hangs down from the ceiling, and a certain little monster who has been eavesdropping on the conversation between the two exudes a very gloomy aura.
Rogers even prepared himself to be attacked by the opponent, but to his surprise, the monster didn't show much (although every cell in its body was interpreting the word "mourning").
If it weren't for his outrageous looks, even Rogers couldn't help but feel soft-hearted for him, and even the least cute dog in the shelter could be as good as Munster is now. Easily adopted.
"I know friends are supposed to help each other, but Munster... I really don't think it would be a good thing for me to 'take care' of it, have you forgotten what happened? Honestly every time I walk in now Your calves are shaking a little from the door."
Rogers had his back pressed against the door panel, a deliberately fearful expression on his face.
"I'm sorry, Rogers, but I..."
Rand parted his lips, something he didn't know how to say.
He unconsciously moved his gaze to Munster's direction, its sturdy body, shiny hair, sharp minions...
"Oh, damn it."
Rand suddenly came back to his senses with a quick hit, and issued a curse.
Look, that's why he wants to be separated from Munster for a while.
Rand felt some strange changes in his body.
Very, very strange change.
Vol2
Eight hours ago—
Rand and Munster lay on the bed together.
Yes, although a person who has just experienced a high fever may need a dry quilt more, Munster's icy body temperature and slightly fishy body odor miraculously let Lan, out of anxiety, miraculously at this moment. De feel at ease.
Maybe it's because it's been with him for some time in the past. Familiar things are always reassuring - Rand thought. So he acquiesced to Munster's behavior of carrying him to the bed and quietly occupying the other side of the bed.
It stretched its arms behind Rand's neck, keeping his face on his right chest. The double bed, not a small one, was filled to the brim by the bodies of both, (mostly Munster, of course, whose long tail was bulky even when coiled up) Rand's legs had to be bent over the body. Above its tail, the sole of his other foot was covered by Munster's broad caudal fin.
And what shocked Rand was that despite his awkward posture, he felt surprisingly good.
Munster's icy body temperature and its much slower-than-human heartbeat had a wonderfully soothing quality to it.
Safe, comfortable, calm...
It's hard to describe how Rand is feeling right now.
He closed his eyes uncontrollably, and the anxiety that burned his heart like a flame before gradually disappeared in his chest.
"Rand?"
Munster whispered carefully over his head.
Perhaps because he was too comfortable, Rand did not answer him this time.
After a few seconds, Munster seemed to have acquiesced. It stretched out its fingers, and pressed the cold fingertips on Rand's scalp. Its fingertips wrapped around Rand's hair, and then slowly slid down. .
At first its movements were jerky and tentative, but gradually it began to ease, and Rand felt it run his fingers across his cheek and behind his ears.
There was something strangely ambiguous about this behavior—Rand felt a little embarrassed, a little hesitant to wake up and stop Munster's behavior.
It was also at this time that Rand heard Munster's singing.
The voice has no fixed rhythm or melody, and even less lyrics, but there is a deep and strong emotion overflowing in the trembling of the vocal cords.
Like a fountain shimmering in the moonlight, strong love flows into Rand's heart along the trajectory of the sound.
His soul became light, as if he had fallen into a sweet dream flowing with honey.
Before he knew it, his arm was on Munster's shoulder.
Oh Munster…
Rand could clearly feel Munster's tail wrapping around him, and they hugged each other.
"thumping... thumping..."
His heartbeats and Munster's heartbeats gradually coincided in accordance with a certain rhythm.
The quilt fell off the bed at some point, and the silver moonlight shone on them.
The scales on Munster's tail became extraordinarily smooth, reflecting the moonlight in the dim room like a mirror, and the tiny rays of light in the shadows flickered like waves on the water.
The strong rose smell mixed with the watery smell, and even the air seemed to have turned into some kind of gum, sticking Munster and Rand together.
Rand didn't know how he opened his eyes.
He just remembers staring at Munster madly, smiling at it, running his fingers over its ear thorns.
It was just so short that he was about to kiss it, and he could feel the longing in his heart.
However, a clear motor sound suddenly swept under Peachtree Street (that may be a little gangster who rode a motorcycle out for a walk in the middle of the night)—
Rand woke up.
He let out a gasp and fell out of bed in shock.
"Rand..."
Munster's singing stopped abruptly, and he stuck his head out of the bed, looking a little confused.
"stay away from me!"
Rand yelled at it in shock.
He covered his mouth with his hands, his heart almost jumping out of his throat.
"God, what the hell am I doing..."
His voice was hoarse, his fists clenched, his fingernails digging into his palms like blades.
That magnificent dream was constructed into Rand's hell at the moment of waking up.
He couldn't believe it was him who was entangled with Munster on the bed just now... He even wanted to kiss it...
Rand let out a retching from what he had just done.
Munster slid off the bed in fright, and it was in front of Rand, at a loss.
"Rand?"
And its eyes are as innocent as always, it reaches out to hug Rand, but only gets a trembling rejection from the other side.
Rand opened its hands.
"Do not touch me!"
He jumped up and took a few steps back.
Munster was undoubtedly hurt by his behavior. It maintained a gesture of reaching out, and after a few seconds it seemed to react, and it slowly retracted its hand.
"I… did I do something wrong?" It stared nervously at Rand, with a hint of undisguised tension in its voice, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have… I shouldn't have woken you up… I shouldn't have sang… I'm sorry, but I couldn't control it, it just came out of my throat all of a sudden..."
It couldn't help but approach Rand again.
Rand didn't know if it was because he was too sensitive. When Munster approached him, he even couldn't help but keep his eyes on its body again.
Those wonderful muscles and sharp claws, and healthy, shimmering scales.
Rand stumbled out of the room.
He felt extremely ashamed and desperate because of his thoughts at that moment.
God, his brain must be broken.
He locked himself in the bathroom and poured cold water directly on his head, trying to make himself clear—and then figure out what was going on.
He swears he's definitely not the kind of person with bizarre fetishes, at least in the first thirty years of his life he's never discovered any dark preferences.
But from that high fever, or from that hallucination in the hospital, everything changed.
Rand realized that in some way he might be beginning to be drawn to Munster.
Recalling his ambiguous behavior in bed with Munster just now, Rand almost wanted to shoot himself in the head.
Munster didn't even understand what those actions, kisses and physical entanglement meant.
Its ignorance, in a way, makes Rand's conscience all the more reproachful.
Before figuring out what it was all about, Rand thought maybe he should be separated from Munster for a while.
At least, for Munster's safety, he should.
Vol3
There are very few people who can take in Munster. To be correct, there is only one, and that is Rogers.
But in the face of Rogers, Rand could not tell him the real reason why he did it anyway.
"I can't do this, Rand, I don't know what's going on between you and your little pet, and I can't help you for the sake of my life... I think there's something on earth that can handle it. You are the only one left, so no matter what the problem is, work hard to solve it! For the sake of six billion people on Earth!"
Rogers spread his hands and firmly rejected Rand.
"Rogers, listen to me—"
Rand took a step forward. He still wanted to make some efforts, but was suddenly interrupted by Rogers.
"Wait, Rand, wait a minute, what's up with your eyes?"
He stared at Rand's face and shouted in shock.
"Eye?"
Rand asked in confusion.
Rogers pulled his vanity mirror out of his arms, and Rand saw his own reflection.
"Oh, God… "
He reached out and touched his eyelids in disbelief, muttering.
Rand noticed an inexplicable change in his pupils.
They became olive-shaped like lizards.