Worth [Groom]
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esp_dragonv2Fandom: Noblesse
Summary: "This is a comb. You're shedding," Frankenstein said, sitting down and putting an empty plastic bag beside him, "so I need to groom you."
Notes: Patience prompt for the Noblesse letsfixit event.
Maybe set a little further on compared to the other snippets.
Rating: G
Genre: General
Word count: 530
Total word count: 19,425
Status: Work in progress
"M-21."
M-21 looked across, seeing Frankenstein holding something out in his hand. He went over and sniffed it. Something brightly coloured that smelled of plastic. He looked up Frankenstein. It wasn't something to eat, and it wasn't something used for injections, so what was it for?
"This is a comb. You're shedding," Frankenstein said, sitting down and putting an empty plastic bag beside him, "so I need to groom you."
Huh. Did he need groomed? But Frankenstein knew what he was doing and everything Frankenstein had done had made him feel better.
So what did he need to do? M-21 sat down, waiting for orders.
Frankenstein smiled, lifting the item. "Just stay still, please."
Sounded easy enough. M-21 looked over when Frankenstein touched him, running the comb through his fur. When Frankenstein pulled it away, clumps of fur were clinging to it.
He was shedding that much? No wonder Frankenstein was trying to get rid of his fur - he would have been making a mess.
Frankenstein placed the fur in the bag and continued.
It was strange. M-21 had gotten used to the scratches Frankenstein and Master gave him, but this was different, more focused. He could feel his fur coming out with the tugs but Frankenstein kept going, and his fur kept coming out.
M-21 blinked, seeing the bag get filled more and more. He had that much fur?
His ears flicked towards Frankenstein's chuckle. "Your under fur is dense to keep you warm when it's cold - you're shedding now because you don't need it."
M-21 glanced at his coat hanging on the hook. He'd stopped using that after a while, the cold no longer seeping through his fur.
"Yes, you shouldn't need that anymore either," Frankenstein said, continuing to groom him. "Do you want me to put that away?"
Hm. Frankenstein said it was getting warmer. He nodded.
"All right."
The bag got bigger and bigger as Frankenstein worked. When Frankenstein had brushed all around M-21, Frankenstein patted M-21's head, holding a treat out for him.
"That should be us done for now," he said as M-21 ate it. "You'll be shedding more for a while, so I'd like to do this at least once a week. If you want to shake, please do that outside."
M-21 nodded and opened the door, shaking himself off once he was away from the door. He did feel lighter after that grooming and he sneezed, seeing the cloud of fur he'd shaken free. There was still that much fur left?
Frankenstein was sweeping loose fur into a pile when he came back in and M-21 made sure to stay away so he wouldn't disturb it.
Hm. He wouldn't be able to help with cleaning that up, but he paused when Frankenstein called him again. Frankenstein had another treat and M-21 went over to him.
"Thank you for being patient," Frankenstein said, giving the treat to M-21.
Being patient? He'd spent far longer waiting for someone he was hunting to appear.
"The next time shouldn't take as long," Frankenstein said, starting to scratch M-21's head, and if M-21 got scratches and treats every time he got groomed, he wouldn't mind that.
Summary: "This is a comb. You're shedding," Frankenstein said, sitting down and putting an empty plastic bag beside him, "so I need to groom you."
Notes: Patience prompt for the Noblesse letsfixit event.
Maybe set a little further on compared to the other snippets.
Rating: G
Genre: General
Word count: 530
Total word count: 19,425
Status: Work in progress
"M-21."
M-21 looked across, seeing Frankenstein holding something out in his hand. He went over and sniffed it. Something brightly coloured that smelled of plastic. He looked up Frankenstein. It wasn't something to eat, and it wasn't something used for injections, so what was it for?
"This is a comb. You're shedding," Frankenstein said, sitting down and putting an empty plastic bag beside him, "so I need to groom you."
Huh. Did he need groomed? But Frankenstein knew what he was doing and everything Frankenstein had done had made him feel better.
So what did he need to do? M-21 sat down, waiting for orders.
Frankenstein smiled, lifting the item. "Just stay still, please."
Sounded easy enough. M-21 looked over when Frankenstein touched him, running the comb through his fur. When Frankenstein pulled it away, clumps of fur were clinging to it.
He was shedding that much? No wonder Frankenstein was trying to get rid of his fur - he would have been making a mess.
Frankenstein placed the fur in the bag and continued.
It was strange. M-21 had gotten used to the scratches Frankenstein and Master gave him, but this was different, more focused. He could feel his fur coming out with the tugs but Frankenstein kept going, and his fur kept coming out.
M-21 blinked, seeing the bag get filled more and more. He had that much fur?
His ears flicked towards Frankenstein's chuckle. "Your under fur is dense to keep you warm when it's cold - you're shedding now because you don't need it."
M-21 glanced at his coat hanging on the hook. He'd stopped using that after a while, the cold no longer seeping through his fur.
"Yes, you shouldn't need that anymore either," Frankenstein said, continuing to groom him. "Do you want me to put that away?"
Hm. Frankenstein said it was getting warmer. He nodded.
"All right."
The bag got bigger and bigger as Frankenstein worked. When Frankenstein had brushed all around M-21, Frankenstein patted M-21's head, holding a treat out for him.
"That should be us done for now," he said as M-21 ate it. "You'll be shedding more for a while, so I'd like to do this at least once a week. If you want to shake, please do that outside."
M-21 nodded and opened the door, shaking himself off once he was away from the door. He did feel lighter after that grooming and he sneezed, seeing the cloud of fur he'd shaken free. There was still that much fur left?
Frankenstein was sweeping loose fur into a pile when he came back in and M-21 made sure to stay away so he wouldn't disturb it.
Hm. He wouldn't be able to help with cleaning that up, but he paused when Frankenstein called him again. Frankenstein had another treat and M-21 went over to him.
"Thank you for being patient," Frankenstein said, giving the treat to M-21.
Being patient? He'd spent far longer waiting for someone he was hunting to appear.
"The next time shouldn't take as long," Frankenstein said, starting to scratch M-21's head, and if M-21 got scratches and treats every time he got groomed, he wouldn't mind that.