doesn't own the boys, using without permission, hope to god the Naughty Dog doesn't mind.
note: abi believes strongly in friendship!love between jak and daxter and doesn't understand everyone's need for human!daxter's return. abi is slightly confused as this doesn't compute with her obsession for all things sexual, but shrugs as if to say 'whattya gonna do?'
note2: split up the paragraph contrasting daxter: human and ottsel; ya gotta tell abi when things aren't clear! thanks nicole silverwolf
note3: italicized lines start humandax and alternate between that and ottseldax.
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"Daxter?"
"MMmm."
"Why did you ask the Precursors for pants?"
Silence. Both knew that wasn't the actual question.
"I thought that was obvious."
Intense look, eyebrow raised. 'If I knew that…'
Thoughtful frown, and a small orange paw scratches an equally orange-furred chin.
"Well, Jak… What reason would I have for wanting to be human?"
"Because…" that's what you were. No. Head shakes, dispersing those thoughts.
"Just think about it." Grin, greenblonde hair ruffled affectionately.
More silence.
An awkward, clumsy friend.
The comfortable weight on his shoulder.
Unsure looks and uncomfortable silences filled with chattering words and wistful eyes. Touches that lingered. Expressions read, mind understood.
Expressions read, mind understood. A fuzzy warmth curled around him in sleep: sharing his pillow, tucked against his side, in his shirt, on his lap, across his back, over his face. Closeness not allowed in normal friendship.
Hands that wanted to link, fingers that wanted to twine and never let go – but didn't, because that wasn't right.
Gentle, clawed paws that brushed wetness from his cheeks after every dream. And a form that fit so right in his desperate arms thereafter.
Uncertain hands that secretly wished to reach for shaking shoulders after the sometimes-nightmares that clouded his mind as a child unable to remember. Uncertain hands that didn't offer comfort because he was just so distant, and different, and sonothuman in those moments.
But now they shared something, similar circumstances, almost.
And now they could be as close as their beings screamed for them to be without the whispers and jokes and rumoursofillicitaffairs.
Now it was okay because one of them didn't look human, but that was funny, because neither of them cared.
