Fang on Suppressant (Holy SHIT)

So yeeeeaaahhh...
This past weekend I took the effort to see if there was any way I could inject suppressant into Fang. I had come up with a brilliant idea. Since Fang has been genetically engineered to have the skin of Superman, it's impossible to get a needle through his skin. So I thought, why not try injecting it under the tongue? I decided to give it a whirl.

It was possibly the scariest thing I've ever done.

Remember how Fang has retractable fangs, hence his name? Well, to be exact, the top canines are about and inch long when fully extended, and the base (where they are closest to the gums) are a little wider than the average canine. That's big.
To let you know, I figured this out when I first saw him yawn.
Anyway, sticking a sharp pointed object in Fang's mouth is not the safest stunt to pull off. If he bit down, I might have lost just the syringe if I was lucky. Then Kephason would have had to make me bionic fingers or something, which, while being cool, would kind of still suck.

Anyway...

I prepped Fang for the pain, and he said he could tolerate pain. Still, I didn't trust him not to bite my hand off. Sticking the needle in was tricky enough, and having Fang 's fangs looming over like that made it harder. He growled, but he didn't clamp his mouth shut. I managed to inject it all in.

And then, it happened.

The first time is rather painful, because you don't know what will come. After a few times you get more used to it. But Fang had collapsed on the floor, mainly due to the shape-changing of his legs. It was actually a bit gruesome to watch.
But once Fang was done shifting, us girls began to have a hard time.

Fang was positively drop-dead HAWT.

Like, shit man! Tall, lean, muscular, with beautiful hair, and the Prince Charming of all faces...

He's like the perfect blonde-haired blue-eyed guy from our fantasies. Like really, who hasn't dreamed up the perfect blondie? I'll admit shamelessly that I have.
At first, we thought the fantastical creature on the ground, wearing Fang's baggy clothes, had changed places with the Fang we knew while we weren't looking. But then we came to terms that that was Fang. Fang the Abominable, now Fang the Mr. Hunk.

Oh my. It was too much for us to take almost.

And then we all laughed when Fang stood up, because his pants fell down, and he had a gigantic rip in the back of them anyway to let his tail through. He slunked off all red-faced and embarrassed, walking awkwardly because his legs were different. We were back to staring at him adoringly after he changed into clothes that fit. (Or stayed on. Fang is the kind of guy who likes baggy clothes).

Then we went into town, and he was stared at...by everyone! Even more than Trinity was, and she is usually the one people stare at. Ulric had a hard time getting her attention, because her eyes were set on Fang (Trust me. You wouldn't be able to stop staring either). Some obnoxiously preppy Hollister-advertising girls even asked for his cell phone number, and he retorted that he didn't have a cell. True. He didn't. His claws had destroyed it a while ago.

And Anona was even more in love with him than before, and stayed by his side, occasionally showing mild public displays of affection, mainly to get everyone to stop staring, conveying that he was taken. Fang was trying to ignore everyone, but thought it something of no surprise that he was stared at. He would get attention no matter if he was repressed or not. The kind of attention differed, however. But he did enjoy Anona's small cuddles and hugs, since she was not normally like that, and he, despite the way he looked normally, was actually a cuddler. (If you can get past the whole "Fang=monster" deal, seeing him and Anona curled up on the couch is actually quite adorable).

But yeah. He got us into Watchmen, just by smiling at the girl at the front desk. Good movie, but I didn't dig the whole Mr. Manhattan-in-the-buff thing. Fang hid his head in Anona's shoulder during the more gruesome parts. Andy said that they reminded him of his past.

Ugh.

...Wait. How did a kid get in to see this movie? I swear that he can still trick people with his mind even when he is suppressed. Also reading Fang's mind...

Once the suppressant wore off (I gave him a small dose, and we were home again) Fang kind of moped around for the rest of the day, looking glum. He accidentally knocked over a lamp with his tail, and almost broke down crying with unhappiness.
"Why do I have to be so different!?!" he had yelled, and ran up to his bedroom.
Poor guy.
Anona talked to him, as well as Andy, who is like a little brother to him now. He felt better, but still unhappy. It was the first time he had ever gone out in public, and being able to do so, I learned, was a dream come true.

Well, it's late, and it's time to sign off.

'Night.

- Red

And Now...

I'm 16!
Ha!

Ulric said that now I'm 16, I'm considered "legal".
I can only guess what that sick wolf meant.
For my birthday, Trinity made me watch the entire first series of The 10th Kingdom, which is quite the adorable movie, actually. I got presents from those muties who cared, my favorite being that "Bottled Fart" Axel got me as a joke gift (since it's nothing more than a bottle with "Fart" labeled on the front and the Nutrition Facts listed on the back. I haven't opened it yet.)
And then we played Rockband and eventually got out a Karaoke machine. It got pretty crazy when the guys sang "Surfin' Bird" for me, which is probably the most ridiculous song I've ever heard in my entire life.
Then there was a piñata, and Maxine used her powers to mess everyone up, even Andy. It was Fang who broke it in the end.

Oh. Right. You haven't heard yet.

It was about a week or two ago when we made the discovery. Maxine thought it would be jolly fun to invade Fang's personal area, to see if she could dig up anything worth while. Fang's room is nothing but a mess, with torn curtains and knocked over lamps and such. (His tail is always swaying back and forth, and most of the time it causes things to knock over. The torn furniture is because he can't seem to keep his claws to himself). Anyway, Maxine comes out of the room carrying a warped, bent, stiff composition notebook, grinning maliciously. I knew what it was right away.

A diary. Fang kept a diary.

Kyle had then taken it from Max and opened it. Being the jerk he is, he laughed at Fang's shaky handwriting, horribly misspelled words and incomplete sentences. He managed to translate most of it, revealing things about Fang that proves that Andy was right all along.
Fang broke down crying when he saw. And then I asserted myself, teaching Maxine and Kyle a little lesson about personal belongings.
But Fang was hurt, and he sat on the couch sobbing for almost and hour, clutching his little weathered book close to him. He snarled at anyone who passed, but he let Andy hug him, as well as Anona. Fang blushed when she did (tee-hee). I think they like each other.

Everyone's been nicer to him after that. And Fang has been nice back. He's opened up a little more, and doesn't spend so much time in his room. He doesn't get mad or knock over things with his tail accidentally anymore. Which is good. He's become pretty good friends with Cody, surprisingly.

Everyone else is doing pretty well. Andy's learning to walk, since he's been rolling around in a wheelchair this whole time. Poor kid. His body has been damaged from all his brainpower.

Well, time to go. There's still a little bit of cake from downstairs that's calling my name.


- Red