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"Look who you're talking to here brother," Christopher replied, laughing a little. "Of course I do look forward to seeing what I'll look like near the end of this. Hell, I wouldn't even care if it's nonmorphic. I'll still be me... just a new body is all."

Christopher threw the idea around in his head, all the possibilities of his final outcome. He couldn't help but smile either way. To him, his words were very true. Just the fact he was becoming a wolf, it was allowing himself to come out even more.

Popping the movie into the DVD player, Chris had a seat by Erik and grabbed a strip with his bare hands, stuffing it inside his mouth. He didn't swallow all at once though. He just sucked on the tender meat, savoring the juices and flavors. Then he would chew it up and swallow. Looking very satisified with the meal thus far, he looked to Erik. "How's it taste to you? ...Speaking of which, we can start your progression to build tolerence to raw meat tonight. Considering this meal the beginning of that, ok?"

Then Chris asked curiously, "What do you think you'll look like when you're done changing? In fact, I wonder how Branwan will look too."

Suddenly, having seen his little brother chew on the deer bone, Chris couldn't help but go get his own. "See what you did now?"

Christopher, now chewing on his own deer rib bone, answered Erik. "Well, non-morphic would basically mean I'd be quadruped. I wouldn't be a mix of human and animal. I would just basically be a talking animal pretty much... assuming I'd still be able to talk that is. But I'd still be your big brother."

"As for where I learned how to cook... I picked up things here and there from my parents. Besides I figured one day I'll be on my own so I might as well learn how to do so when I was young. Sure beats frozen dinners that's for sure."

Christopher took the bone from his mouth and shoved another strip of venison into his gullet. "I think the only thing I'd miss is my little soul patch goatee here. It took a long time to perfect that but oh well."

Nearly choking on the strip in his mouth at Erik's comment, he spit the chewed up wad of meat back onto his plate. He glanced to Erik and patted him on the back, exclaiming, "You sly dog you! Didn't know you had it in you. ...In fact, I wonder what your kids would look like."

Christopher let out a high pitched laugh at his comment but calmed down soon after. "But in all seriousness, I have a piece of fluff on the side myself. The model I told you about, Minna. She's just so..."

He could only let out a happy little sigh, thoughts of Minna and Chris together filling his mind.

"AS?" Christopher repeated in a confuzzled manner. "What's that?"

While Erik wasn't looking, Chris shoved the wad of spit up meat back into his mouth and swallowed quickly. However, he nearly lost it again at his brother's bedhead comments and when he spit out his mouthful of ginger ale.

"We just can't hold anything in tonight, can we?" commented Christopher, snickering a little.

Chris shook his head at Erik's question, "I hadn't seen Branwan for a while now... I think she's hiding or something. She is a little anti-social afterall, and unlike you, she's a lot harder to crack. I don't think I made the best first impression either. But I'll keep my eyes peeled. By the way, I have another gift you can use with her at least. I want you to have the deerskin once I make it into a blanket. Keep you two warm on a cold night."

He winked at his little brother in reassurance, then flicked his nose. "As for Minna... you'll have to meet her sometime. She's just so... great and beautiful. It's hard to really put it into words. But she's so kind and she's pretty knowledgable from what I can tell. ...And she's becoming a meerkat."

Another fang-exposing grin popped onto Christopher's face. He added with jest, "I have you to blame for this."

"You know," Christopher began, "I had a girlfriend back in high school who had a brother with autism. Real smart kid and he tried to be social. However, you could tell he was struggling to do it. The autism seemed to have the upper hand. It's kind of sad to watch really. ...But I'm glad you're coming out of your shell. And I would have to agree with the changes helping you. You have a very socially active animal."

Listening to Erik tell him about the necklace, Christopher really hoped it worked out for the teenage foxboy. He was worthy of Branwan's hand and Chris hoped she would recognize that. "How did you manage to get the necklace anyhow? Did you call in a favor to the labs?"

He couldn't help but laugh at Erik's question. He started to joke some more, "Well, I wish I had connections with the military so they could come aprehend Moreau and that Sabin twert, leaving Aubrey in charge... Because in all honesty, I really don't want to leave. I just don't want a tyrant in charge is all."

Christopher raised his eyebrow when his little brother tried to tease him. He simply just whapped him on the head with a pillow and shot back, "Like you have any room to talk mister! Pillow fight!!!"

Jumping up, Christopher got himself into a playful yet defensive stance, gripping his pillow tightly.

Christopher swung the pillow as soon as Erik stood but missed. He grinned and provoked his brother, "Bring it on man! Give me your best shot!"

As the battle of the pillows ensued, Chris was caught up in laughter and glee.

'This is fun!' his mind exclaimed. 'But something's missing... oh right!'

"Wait, wait, wait!" Christopher ordered, ceasing his attack. "Let me set some mood music."

He immediately rushed over to the laptop and selected "On Guard" by Le Tigre to play on loop. Satisified with his selection, he strolled on back over to the couch and hopped onto it, ready to ensue with the chaos. "Ok, carry on!"

Chris, stupidly enough, took his little brother's bait and shot a gaze out the window. When he felt the impact of the pillow against his back, Christopher knew he had been foiled. For dramatic effect, he launched himself off the couch and landed on his bed with a thud, giving a mock scream to follow it.

"Why you little fox you..." Christopher said with a grin on his face. "You know what I do to cheaters, don't you?"

Immediately racing to the couch, Christopher tackled Erik into a laying position, letting out a playful snarl. He proceeded to tickle him, being very careful with his claws though. "This is what cheaters get!"

Christopher was fast asleep on his bed, having very pleasant dreams. Despite the day's very emotional drain it had, the hunt and his evening with his little brother corrected all that. Wondering how he had been so blessed to even receive Erik as his adoptive brother, Chris rolled over in bed and opened his eyes. He thought he had heard stirring anyhow and wanted to check to see things were fine. His lips rolled up into a content smile at the sight.

Erik was curled up in a corner of room, his head resting on a pillow.

'I thought I told him to use the couch,' Christopher shook his head while sighing with some glee. 'Must be the canine side.'

Crawling out of bed, Chris made a trip toward the other end of the room and leaned down to view his little brother. Christopher held a chuckle, seeing how his brother was curled up just like a canine would be. It was really an adorable sight. But Chris's eyes stumbled upon a unexpected detail. There was a new injection mark on Erik's shoulder.

Christopher rolled his eyes, not believing the nerve Moreau had. Sneaking about like some thief to come and deliver injections. Did he really have to resort to doing it like this?!

But what was done was done. Besides, at least he knew Erik would not mind the transformation that would soon follow. Chris leaned in closely to Erik's ear and whispered to him as he slept, "Feel free to stay. And if you want me to be here for when you change, I will. That's why your brother's here... to care."

Before he went back to bed himself, Christopher placed a friendly kiss on his brother's right cheek. He would make sure to watch out for this one. God help the person that may try to bring harm upon him. Erik was the only form of family he had left and he refused to give him up to anything... even if it meant dying to save his little brother's life.

Chris strolled back over to his bed and laid back down. He quickly drifted off once more to be greeted with wonderous dreams.