deformed bone

"Oh, what—"

Calvin couldn't hold back and said the word starting with F again.

He couldn't remember how many times he had swore.

He is sitting in the living room of Virgil's house. The sky is dimly lit. From the window, he can see that the sky has gradually turned into a beautiful dark blue. Now he can clearly see everything in the living room without turning on the lights. nice furniture, comfy rugs, rich people's fireplaces (the kind that really need to burn wood instead of narcissizing with electronic screens), oh yeah, and virgili...fogg...or whatever .

Calvin stared stiffly at the man curled up on the carpet at his feet. He no longer knew how to address him, let alone how to treat him.

"Damn..."

Calvin muttered, he was terribly sleepy now, and his brain was in chaos, but the current situation made it impossible for him to lie down on the high-grade bed in Virgil's house and sleep peacefully.

He thought he had accepted the reality that Vigilie was a multiple personality patient, just like he knew that his colleague bartender was secretly a womanizer and that Redbeard had a crush on his father, Dr. Holden... As a former As an "angel", Calvin can always easily accept the small differences of other human beings. After all, few people can have a more bizarre life experience and experience than himself.

But in many cases, "accepting" does not mean "understanding", such as now - obviously, Calvin knew nothing about the symptoms of multiple personality patients: he never knew that the "personality" in multiple personalities also includes "dogs". ".

Yes, the soul of a dog resides in the body of "Vigily" now, and Calvin swears that he is not mistaken (although he was almost stunned by this discovery at the beginning).

"For God's sake, you really don't know how to get that Virgilie back in your body?"

Calvin yawned, staring haggardly at "Vigily" before speaking.

"Ow!"

"Vigily" raised his head and let out a suspicious bark.

Calvin got goosebumps from the lifelike bark of a dog.

He still remembered how he squatted down in panic and tried to determine Virgil's condition after opening the door and seeing Virgil on all fours - he managed to make the "dog" get the wrong idea, and he jumped After Calvin fell, he gasped and licked Calvin's face with his tongue.

Calvin liked Virgil a lot, and he liked dogs a lot, but he swore he didn't like the combination of the two that much.

Frightened, he kicked "Vigilie," who was injured.Calvin found a large bruise on his back, and an obvious burn on the palm of his hand, Calvin didn't know when it was caused.He tried to turn a blind eye to everything that was like a nightmare, but he couldn't help but watch "Vigily" keep licking the charred wound with his tongue... just like a real dog would do.

Calvin found himself unable to ignore this.

He bit the bullet, and carried "Vigily" downstairs with half his arms and half his back. He found the first-aid kit that Fogg had found before beside the coffee table, and then bandaged "Vigily's" wound.

Then, "Vigily", or in other words, this "dog", showed his unusually clingy personality in front of Calvin without any scruples.He clings to Calvin, rolls on the ground, whimpers, staggers and wraps his arms (fore paws for a dog?) around Calvin's legs...

For the first time in his life, Calvin was about to be overwhelmed by the hopelessness of being helpless.

After noticing that "Vigilie" won't jump on the couch (he's still a fucking well-bred dog in that sense), he sits cross-legged on the couch and confronts him .

"My God, I wish I was in a nightmare."

Calvin put his hand on his forehead and groaned in pain.

"Wow woof... woof..."

"Vigily" changed his movements, and after catching Calvin's voice, he raised his body and placed his palms carefully on the edge of the sofa.The bright and clear green eyes on Virgil's face looked so docile at this moment, full of pure dependence and longing that only animals have.

Calvin felt himself shudder again.

"Don't look at me like that."

he said dryly.

"Ow."

A pathetic whimper.

"Virgilia never told me this... Hey, listen... whoever you are... I don't know what to do with you, really, please lie back and let any other goddamn human Come out and tell me what to do!"

Calvin's voice was hoarse, and even he himself could hear the breakdown in his words.

"Virgilie" blinked those sparkling watery eyes at him, and he put his chin on the back of his hand and continued to lean on the sofa, a series of almost irresistible mumblings rolled out of his throat

At least from the point of view of actions, "he" has clearly shown his desire to get on the sofa.

Calvin frantically pressed his forehead and pushed him back.

"No no no—you can go upstairs to your own room and sleep, really, please, stop doing these dog things even though you may really think you are a dog now, but..."

"Vigily" raised his head and looked at Calvin curiously, he blinked, his virtual tail swayed slightly, and then he grinned at Calvin, revealing his beautiful, white lips Teeth, he tilted his head and stuck out his tongue to lick Calvin's fingers.

He could feel Calvin's nervousness, and he tried to calm him down.

"Fucking God."

Calvin quickly withdrew his hand, and then looked at the obvious disappointment on the pretty little face of "Vigily" - you know that if it is on a dog's face, that kind of furry face is actually an expression of emotion. It wasn't that clear, but it was a human face, and a remarkably handsome and upright face at that.When his face was matched with the innocent eyes of animals, even Calvin couldn't help feeling guilty at this moment.

"Ouch..."

This "dog" made a sound like choking.

"Oh no, God, please don't!"

Calvin almost screamed.

It was a serious life crisis—he thought it was sincere.

After hesitating for a few minutes, he finally surrendered. He stretched out his arms like a zombie, and carefully stroked the forehead of "Vigily" according to the way other people treated dogs in his memory.

The sad and disappointed expression on the face of "Vigily" suddenly disappeared, and he looked at Calvin happily, and gave another "bark".

It has to be said that if he were a real dog, Calvin might really like him.