[There are worse people to curl up against. In this form Julien doesn't shift positions, really. There's just the slow rhythm of his breathing, rocking gently in and out. Maybe his heartbeat and the leisurely grating of food being ground in his gizzard, if you get your ear to him. His wet dog smell fades back to baking bread, sweet and yeasty.
It's very nice, but please don't react violently when some hours later he wakes, thrashing, trying to remember how this body works again while gasping about what he'd forgotten yesterday.]
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It's very nice, but please don't react violently when some hours later he wakes, thrashing, trying to remember how this body works again while gasping about what he'd forgotten yesterday.]
-The mushroom!