09-18-2016, 01:05 AM
"A temper? I hope you told him to go easy on any punishments, if he should dish out any at all." Fenris snorted and crossed his arms over his chest. "I'll be screwed if I can't get away with the raging hormones excuse if I 'act out' or something." He made an exaggerated gesture of air quotes and relaxed back on the bed, humming softly when he was moved and the covers were drawn up. He pulled the blankets a bit further over top of him so that the soft material was resting against the swell of his middle, threatening to fall off at any moment. "I'm glad," he said teasingly, "I think I'm a pretty good fighter." Fenris eased back into the bed and turned over onto his side, either hand rubbing gentle circles into the stretched pink skin of his belly as he eventually drifted off to sleep.
It was some hours later that Fenris awoke, and like always he was dreary and lethargic, but he knew once he got to moving it wouldn't be so bad. Begrudgingly, Fenris forced himself out of bed and made his way over to where his clothes were; they were all folded nearly in a small trunk and he rifled through a few of them before he pulled out something comfortable - a frilly looking red shirt that barely fit save for a sliver of skin from Fenris' belly at the bottom (it looked a bit too innocent to him, but apparently it was something many carriers wore) and some kind of pants that were easy and soft enough that they rode his hips, unable to stay up even when tied. He'd grown larger than what they were meant for but they were by far the most comfortable pants he had. He slipped into some everyday shoes and meandered outside, taking a coat with him and tugging it around his shoulders, knowing well that it wouldn't close in the front but wearing it because of its warmth.
Fenris waddled his way out onto the deck, either hand supporting the underside of his belly as he shuffled along. He could see land close by, so he made his way around in search of either Darren or Henry.
It was some hours later that Fenris awoke, and like always he was dreary and lethargic, but he knew once he got to moving it wouldn't be so bad. Begrudgingly, Fenris forced himself out of bed and made his way over to where his clothes were; they were all folded nearly in a small trunk and he rifled through a few of them before he pulled out something comfortable - a frilly looking red shirt that barely fit save for a sliver of skin from Fenris' belly at the bottom (it looked a bit too innocent to him, but apparently it was something many carriers wore) and some kind of pants that were easy and soft enough that they rode his hips, unable to stay up even when tied. He'd grown larger than what they were meant for but they were by far the most comfortable pants he had. He slipped into some everyday shoes and meandered outside, taking a coat with him and tugging it around his shoulders, knowing well that it wouldn't close in the front but wearing it because of its warmth.
Fenris waddled his way out onto the deck, either hand supporting the underside of his belly as he shuffled along. He could see land close by, so he made his way around in search of either Darren or Henry.