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Furnado Animal Shelter, Monday

So apparently Scott had a job here now! Which was good, because his savings had taken a pretty significant hit in the two weeks since he'd arrived in Fandom. Without a job, that motorcycle he'd been saving up for wouldn't be happening.

Plus, this job meant he got to hang out with super-cute animals all day, like the adorable bunny currently cautiously hopping about the desk.

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Doom's class always left Victor annoyed and vaguely depressed. He took an aimless walk through town to try to cure that; when he landed in front of the pet store, he decided to go in. Looking at soft, fluffy things would distract if not cure his mood.

His eyes widened when he spotted who was behind the counter. It was probably just Stiles' friend, but if it wasn't --

"Hey," he said, sounding concerned but not especially surprised. "I didn't know you were on the island."

Okay, hearing about how he had a doppel-whatever, a dude with his face running around, was one thing, but actually seeing it was something else entirely.

"Gah!" he squawked, intelligently.

"Gah, what?" Victor asked (after a click glance over his shoulder to ensure he hadn't been followed into the shop by a rabid bear or the like). He shoved his hair out of his face impatiently. "It's Victor. I met you when you visited Stiles."

Give he'd ended up shocking his doppleganger half to death to stop a werewolf attack, he was pretty sure it hadn't been forgotten, no matter how dim Scott was.

And then he realized something. "Or ... I met a you, I guess. Or there are three of us."

Stupid parallel universes.

Edited 2013-09-16 18:07 (UTC)

"April said there was a doppel-something. A guy with my face. Around. I guess that's you?" Brilliant detective work there, Scott. "I just got here two weeks ago. So if you met me, it was future!me."

"Doppelganger," Victor said, because he was exactly that geek. "And yeah, that's me. I've been here a long time."

He smiled, half apologetic. "Sorry for scaring you, man. I freaked out at first too."

"It's really weird," Scott admitted. And then gave Victor a sheepish look as he ran a hand through his hair. "Sorry." Of course, now that the initial shock had worn off, he was noticing all the little differences, like the color of Victor's eyes.

The eyes were different, and Victor was a fraction shorter -- half an inch, maybe.

"Don't worry about it," Victor said, jamming his hands into his pockets. "I think it's just a weird coincidence thing, but it's not like you expect to see your face walking around on somebody else."

As he spoke, he trained his eyes on the rabbit on Scott's desk. Bunny therapy was a good thing.

"Though, hey, as far as faces go, it's a pretty good one, in my opinion," Scott joked. His gaze followed Victor's down to the bunny. "Wanna hold her?" he asked with a smile.

"Oh yeah, we're adorable," Victor smirked, reaching down carefully to take the rabbit. "And sure. She got a name?"

"Not yet," Scott said. "Apparently a whole litter was just dropped off yesterday. Someone wasn't prepared for their two rabbits to turn into six rabbits," he added with a frown.

"Somebody's really bad at biology," Victor observed, bouncing the baby bunny a little. "At least they're cute."

Vider had been meaning to drop in here for a while, and today seemed as good a time as any. "Do you have snakes here?" she asked as she entered the building.

Then she saw that the person she was speaking to was her roommate and amended her question to, "What are your feelings on snakes?"

Well, he was really more partial to fluffy things, but...

"I think they can make good pets, for the right person," he admitted. Don't mind him, Vider, he was just gonna corral that baby bunny from the edge of the desk and pull it into his lap.

She wasn't going to feed the baby bunny to a snake, Scott. "We always had snakes in the caravan. They're sacred to Loki."

((You saw nothing.))

It was a whole protective-instinct thing, he couldn't help it!

"So... you're thinking about getting one?" he asked, frowning a little in concern. Concern for her, rather than the idea of a snake in their room. "I thought you weren't Loki's biggest fan?"

"I'm not," she acknowledged. Especially since she still halfway suspected he was to blame for everyone switching sexes over the weekend. Everyone knew that was one of Loki's favorite tricks. "But I still like snakes. It was part of my job to look after them. I don't know about getting one yet, but I thought I would...visit? If there are any here." You had some time to get used to the idea, Scott.

"There are definitely some here," Scott shared. "And actually, they could probably use the chance to get out of their terrariums for a bit," tucking the rabbit in the crook of his arm, he stood up and gestured for Vider to follow him. After a brief stop to drop the rabbit off, he brought her to the section of the shelter where the reptile cages were.

"Let me know if there's anyone you'd like to see up close."

Apparently Puppy Joe had found out Scott was on island. And while this wasn't the Scott he'd met over parents' weekend, it was still a Scott.

Which would be why there was a small cotton ball of a dog now attempting to jump into his lap.

How did he even get in the building?

"Awww, hey there little guy," Scott cooed at the ball of fluff. "You want up?"

You're damn right he wanted up, Scott. Did he stutter in his adorable whining? No he did not.

The dog went up on his hind legs, hopping a few times to let Scott know that this was the shizzy right here. So ignore that stupid bunny for him.

"Just so long as you're not gonna go after my other friend here," Scott said sternly, leaning down to pick up the fluffball.

Bitch, he would do what he wanted. And what he wanted to do was to roll around on Scott's lap like it belonged to him.

Which was probably all the distraction you could need from the creepy guy looming outside the door.

Well, yes, especially when one didn't have super werewolf senses that helped alert them to such things.

"How'd you even get in here?" Scott wondered, rubbing the top of the fluffball's head.

Maybe he bided his time and snuck in with someone. Maybe he was a magical dog that was everywhere and nowhere at once. And just maybe there was a squirrel sized hole somewhere that he squeezed through.

Damn squirrels.

And damn it, Scott. This worked do much better in dark rooms! Derek huffed in annoyance at the dog one last time before pushing the door open to retrieve him.

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