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All it seemed to take was one simple bop on the head. the light bump that resulted with the headbutt hitting him against the wall did the trick, the bright green became more pale, turning white as the hellhound hunched over. The sudden shifting of personalities that came without emotional triggers was a strange phenomenon, seconds passed when the usual green returned to the vessels eyes. blinking owlishly as he righted himself.

"Looks like that did the trick Jove." the standard lilt to Damien's voice was back, grinning down to the tiny boil canine. "Kinda hurt though, wouldn't recommend using that every time I have to return." critiquing the method, and the bump that came with the strike.

The secret he didn't wave Jove to know of. looks like the puppy's out of the bag, so to speak.

Damien was back in proper control of the body, much to the incessant whining of Phos and how his playtime was cut in the prime of its existence and howling in dismay.

and then Jove was taking his top off. It was clear that Halloween was being turned upside down once hes personalities was let out. The sudden exposure of the foxfire left the hellhound at a loss of words, unable to took the smaller boil in the eyes and darting them away to the buckle of his belt. "i won't ask, Jove. its not necessary. But I can give you a loofah if you want to wash."

There was enough secrets exposed for one day in his own personal opinion. It was just nice to see that one of his few non- hellhound friends wasn't running in fear at the other parts of him, something that he himself, feared that the boil would do in a heartbeat.

It was a refreshing change to see Jove being bold. with him stomping on Melas and now with him taking the reins and showing off his marks.

Even if Demi could still feel his foot throbbing at the strike. It was all the grumps fault, not his little brother. "I don't need to know, as long as it wasn't someone picking on you, then i'm fine, really." he tried to assure the foxfire, pinning his ears back in seriousness.

Damien flinched when Jove decided to bark out his irritation. if he didn't know any better, the hound would have thought Melas jumped ship and ended up as a fluffy foxfire. whatever Jove wanted him to know, he was being forceful about it, taking him by surprise.

The touch on his cheek was abrupt, rubbing at the tattoos that he had for a good time, the marks that was clearly him and not anyone else from the clan. It had a lot of personal value, maybe that's what Jove thought of his own marks. A similar feeling to what ever went into that which made Jove, jove.

He was going to blame the steam in the shower for the flushed appearance. "Uh i'm into ghouls Jove. Just saying." he declared for the pup, just in case he had ideas of wanting to continue the lesson from the past.

"Well there was that one trial and the towels and in public but that does not count." he continued to blab and froze up, petrified by what he said. "And if Bul asks you how you know that, say you were a fluffy piece of decoration that we both missed, you got that?" he practically demanded, shy of shaking the boil senseless.

There was one good thing out of all of this, even if Jove may have learned a bit to much for Damien's own taste. "Well, its not like you are going to tell anyone." he mentioned at the end of his rant, sighing at the boil and his odd ways, trotting back into the water for another misting.

'you really are an odd boil." he barked aloud, laughing at the pup and stepping out of the enclosed area. he could feel his fear flesh getting pruney and clammy from the extended time in the moisture. Jove could play, he was going to go towel off before the foxfire grumbled about exposure.

Damien didn't expect Jove to trail after him, the little boil seemed to have been enjoying his time in the shower, it didn't dawn on him that the canine would follow him blindly where he went. After a glance, making that his wet friend that was leaving a trail of water as they walked, along with the sopping wet shirt.

The hellhound made an odd barking sound in the back of his throat and picked up one of the fresh towels on the rack of the locker rooms. It was nice to see that the locker room was well stocked in the case of a student being forgetful and getting themselves in an awkward situation. "Come now Jove, if you need to cover yourself, use a big towel instead of your wet shirt." he insisted, taking into consideration the foxfires shyness of his... markings on his body and opening the large towel around the boil and motioning for him to remove it for something better. "Heed my advice this time, alright?"

If Jove got sick from all this, it was going to be him who was going to have his head on a pike courtesy of Ren. Even if he had three, losing one was out of the question.

Jove was the most precious thing. The grin damien had was wide when the foxfire went through his antics. A light chuckle escaped his lips as the hound took on the task of drying him too, rubbing the towel properly over the boil's hair. "Make sure you dry off really well, i don't want you getting sick." he chided again, in the best motherly tone he could get.

It was really his best big brother tone.