(2 PM, March 30th, 2020, Guangzhou, China) Hollands' gaze sat upon a metal tray, which he cleaned while smiling, he was much happier here and wasn't under so much pressure all the time, ironically enough.
Behind him stood a long time colleague he'd been working with for about four years now, John towered over him by a good six feet, and whenever Hollands wasn't looking he took a good peak at the older male, sometimes even stroking the least touch-sensitive parts of the long brown hair.
His hair...his soft, luscious hips and tender voice... How he moaned when he wrapped his arms around Hollands and bit into his neck! How he screamed! "John!"
"John!", "John!" The wolf snapped like the fingers in front of his eyes did, being pulled back into reality.
"You left your cup of cranberry juice over there silly, don't let it get a needle in it!", Hollands giggles, punching him in the shoulder jokingly.
The sound of a phone rang, leading the two men to scramble around looking for it's source.
After quite some time the collie blushed hellishly and looked at his watch, realizing he was being called into a different section of the hospital.
"Still getting used to the new job huh? Guess all that hair must really keep yer brain distracted from work", He runs his paws through it jokingly as the two men exit the closet and head towards the men's psyche ward.
"Ughg! Shut up meat for brains, I could say the same thing about the rocks in your brains", They both get a chuckle out of both comments, but John's paws keep roaming, as Hollands turns his head around, he hasn't seen the pair of scissors and clump of his hair being stuffed into the back pocket of his colleague.
"Ya know!", He smiles, it just being very boring around the place.
"Honestly, this place is just, such a drag during this season, the most entertaining thing we can do is go on a stupid jello date in the freezer and hope we don't freeze to death ya know?", He chuckles, standing outside the door to the psyche ward as he watched John freeze up nervously.
The grey wolf stared blankly at Hollands, his face and focus was originally on the code to unlock the door, but he decided it would be in his best interest to look at the older male.
Lily's and azalea's flew around the collie, black and white circled tye field of view around hi-
"Jooohn! Open the bloody door you fool!", He grins, moving the man's paws to punch the code in for him.
He snapped out of it and looked at Hollands perplexed, and with a sinister grin that appeared the moment the collie turned his back to enter the room of lunatics.
(April 24th, 2020, 4 PM, Shanghai, China)
Tears flowed down the face of a young musician as he's thrown out onto the streets of Shanghai, in the middle of the rain.
His gaze goes to meet his now ex mentor, but the snobby British cat has already scoffed and walked away.
"Stupid mutt... All ya were ever useful for was bein' a lyricist for moi new singles mate...", He grins and closed the gate, leaving him in the cold, wet streets with nothing but the beanie on his head and clothes on his back.
"Please! Mr Scattergood we can make music together, it doesn't have to be this way!".
"Shut up ya stupid mutt! Oi never could stand you, you were only good for one thing! Tha good ole walkin' over!", He slowly enters the door to his mansion, not a care in the world for the pup he just left homeless.
Bodi walked and walked, the cold, wet city making him want to cry even more, but he persevered til he got to the apartment of his two friends, a rundown rusty place with falling and crooked wood and moldy melodies being played inside the closets.
He rang the doorbell, his lower paws almost bleeding from walking on pavement for so many hours.
As the familiar sight of a red vixen in a black t-shirt opened the door, he collapsed into her arms and began crying without saying a word, dropping his guitar to the floor.
"Dharma... Please...please let me stay here, Angus kicked me out...", He was practically motorboating her cleavage crying into it, but the vixen wasn't mad, Bodi was too innocent to know what it appeared like right now.
"Shhh... It's okay Bodi, Gurmur is making dinner right now, he'll totally let you stay here, now let's get you and your clothes dry... Okay?", She says, making Bodi blush.
There was something so sweet about Dharma, it made him stop crying in almost an instant as he stepped through the door, albeit still emotionally busted at the moment.
"Gurmr! Bodi is here! Make something extra!", She tells, getting an "Already on it!" Screaming from the kitchen.
Bodi sat on a couch and crossed his legs, still sniffling slightly.
" dinner will be ready soon Bodi... Now let's get you out of these clothes, I'll pick you out an outfit from Gurmr's while yours dry", He nods and heads to the bathroom, while Dharma takes the clothing from Gurmr's collection of tees and jogging pants.
His eyes closed as he struggled getting a heavy, wet cotton sweater off his back, leading to it slamming against the floor, he put it in the dryer and took his soft orange pants off, dropping the heavy soaked article of clothing to the floor.
Some showering was done, and the Tibetan mastiff exited with a more calm demeanor, the shower having helped a bit.
"Here...", Dharma said, opening the door only slightly, and reaching out to give Bodi his new set of clothes for the knight.
"Dinner is ready you two!" Gurmr yelled, the stubby tail wagged and Bodi quickly got dressed and went to kitchen, entering where a black and white striped shirt and blue jeans, as well as black socks.
His ears were drawn to this new artist he's never heard before being played at full blast, mixing with the scent of homey vegetable stew for a sensory overload.
Gurmr turned his head, about to make say something soft but sarcastic, but his jaw dropped at the sight of Bodi in such urban clothing.
Dinner was slightly akward, with Bodi being too shaken up to talk much, but when it came time for bed, he payed extra attention to Gurmr.
As the goat finished brushing his teeth and polishing of his drumset, he causally took off his clothing except his boxers and got into bed with Bodi.
The dog, embarrassed, scooted over and turned his head, still wearing full clothing to bed like he always did as a pup.
Gurmr saw this and mistook this as worry.
"You alright Bodi?"
"I'm fine... I just... Who was that guy you listened to earlier?", Gurmr felt the blood drain from his face for a moment, before he spoke up.
"O-oh... That guy? That's Hollands Aarends, guy was a god in the power metal scene a few years back before his career fell apart", He sat up as he spoke this time, much more engaged now since it was about an artist he liked.
"What's power metal...and how did his career fall apart?", Gurmr's eyes widened and he put his bandana back on, making Dharma audibly groan in the nearby room as she knew she wasn't going to get much sleep tonight.
"Let me tell you the story... Of Hollands Aarends"