// ooc ; have a short fic? written bit? abt Latte + Dr Cockroach bc it's been in my brain lately
cw : for uncontrolled transformation/mutation (offscreen, implied) , mentions of drinking/drunkeness
(QUICK ADDITIONAL NOTE: this is NOT meant to be a "tf fic". yes it. technically is, I'm aware of that, but it's not meant to be that kind of transformation, respectfully. this is more horror trope-esque werewolf without the horror)
Julian pouted, fumbling with something outside of the doctor's line of sight. He initially dismissed it, until he realized fifteen minutes had passed, and the cat-man was still fighting with something.
"Jules, is there any way I can help you?" He asked, getting up out of his chair to assist.
Julian's ears flattened slightly, and he looked over his shoulder with an almost panicked or... embarrassed expression? The doctor wasn't quite sure. "I uh, I'll be alright, Gregor, just having a ah, technical difficulty." He stammered slightly, trying to turn his body away, "There's no need, honest!"
Dr Cockroach frowned, knowing Julian enough to know something was up. "What in the world are you trying to get into?"
"Genuinely : medication. Of a sort." His smile faltered, and he shrugged, "I wasn't going to have much of a shot to hide this anyways." He sighed, and turned to face him.
Dr Cockroach wasn't exactly startled, but he was definitely taken aback. "What happened to your hands?" He came closer, taking Julian's hand to investigate further.
"It's an... Unintended side effect of my own transformative experiments." He sighed, fumbling the glass jar he had been fighting with onto a nearby table; it started to roll away, only to be caught by Dr Cockroach's swift hand, and gently sat upright.
"But... Are these pawpads?" He questioned further, prying open Julian's altered hands to look closer. "These are... These are claws-" he glanced at Julian's face, only to see a mildly discomforted grimace.
"That ah... tickles, Doctor."
Julian's hands and forearms, up to the elbow, had been altered into what were clearly some kind of feline paw - stockier and bulkier than even most big cat species that the doctor could think of, not to mention the somewhat unnatural patterning that mirrored his ears. "So, you need this 'medication' to undo this, correct? Will your mutation keep going?"
"It's like... Werewolves I guess? After a while it ebbs, and later I'll be dealing with it again. It has more to do with the phase of the moon than if it's day or night though. Just lines up with the phases. Right now is the 'big ole' paws that can't do small work' phase." Julian shook his head, "Later comes the more animalistic phases."
There was a small silence as doc looked worriedly at him.
"Oh- no no, not like violent or anything. Just, less… Human-like, if that makes sense?"
He blinked, "I think I understand." Probably similiar to his his desire for trash and the like.
Julian sighed, "If you would be able to help me with the ah, medicine, I'd appreciate it." He smiled, with a slightly pained expression, "I hate having to ask for assistance like this-"
His antennae twitched slightly. "I don't mind at all, I apologize if I was quiet, I'm just," he paused, "I'm just very... intrigued. You said it's effected by the phase of the moon?"
He blinked, "Well, er, yes. I'm not quite sure why, honestly. I had assumed there was some magical material in the moon that reflected in light, but I think now it's more of a biological clock, since your reality doesn't have the same magic mine does, and it's not due to exposure to moonlight-"
"And if you don't take this... medicine, it will advance further?"
"Yes, it's a sort of cell blocker, preventing it from taking over my body."
"So when you said animalistic -"
"My entire body will turn into a cat, yes. Well, a feline of some sort... I can't really properly document anything while in that state, so what I have about it is more vague than I would prefer." Julian paused, and tilted his head, "Are you interested in observing it advance, Gregor?"
"I would never want to impose such a thing, I can imagine going through that could be harrowing." Dr Cockroach answered, "I am curious... but I don't want to impose."
"It's much less 'Harrowing' and much more," He bit his lip, "Slightly embarrassing, I'd say? I mean, cats have a reputation to be, how do i put this..."
"Mean?"
"Goofy. Silly. Not much going on behind the curtains."
"If it helps any, I won't tell a soul - but I won't ask of you, unless it's something you're comfortable with foregoing."
He shrugged, "I wouldn't have volunteered to otherwise, doctor.
"Though I will say, you will probably need to set aside a space for the later stages of this, and the final stage will last for a few days; I may not act entirely as myself and may do things I would regret later."
"Julian, I cannot imagine this will be worse than having seen you drunk under the table"
He scoffed, "That's true, but you as drunk as I!"
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