So, guys, please understand that for the sake of the story and saving time, the gestation is based on a dog's. Don't kill me! Inspiration for giraffe idea comes from GavrocheDiedForYourSins . So thank you again!
Week 6
"Moo, I'm a giraffe!" "Enjolras, what are you doing?" I asked him. As of now, he was on all fours, trying to eat the mop.
"Being a giraffe, what does it look like?" he snapped. "It looks like you are hungry." I replied. He glared and I cringed. Enjolras glowered at me and mooed again before restarting his attack on the mop. "Would you like me to get you some food?" I asked. "Yeah. Can you get me a ham and cheese waffle? Hold the butter and syrup." he said. Alright, I'll admit, that didn't sound too disgusting.
"With lemon flavoured chocolate dip." "Sure." I said and went to get the food for him. My head hurt from lack of alcohol, since my body was not used to not having alcohol in it.
When I got back to the closet, I stood outside of it. I could hear yipping noises from inside. 'Please don't let him have gone back to hyena mode.' I prayed. I opened the door and was attacked by a face-lick. I pushed my attacker off gently and opened my eyes. It was Enjolras. He sat down and looked at me expectantly. I set the plate down and he attacked the food. He was finished in a matter of minutes and I set the plate in the hallway. He nipped at my fingers playfully. We played that game until his eyes slid closed and he almost did a face-plant. I laid him on his back and put my arm around him, feeling my eyes droop in sleep and, for the first time in weeks, drifted into blackness.
