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[partim] Shine.

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I sat kind of awkwardly in the chair, and he scooted into the kitchen.  My light flickered a bit uncertainly as people started to stare.  Why would a place like this be so full of people this late at night?

I covered my face.  Nobody’d said anything, nobody’d gotten up—they were just watching.

After about a minute, the guy came back, carrying three plates of food on a tray—chicken, pork, tofu, rice…

“I don’t have any money,” I said.  When I’d spoken he looked at me like he just realized I hadn’t understood anything he’d said yet.  (Sure, as a tiger I’m technically Asian, but it just doesn’t work that way.)

He gestured for me to wait and went back into the kitchen, returning a moment later with a bored-looking teenage girl in dark makeup and a black dress.

He talked on for a bit, in Chinese.

“I can’t afford this,” I said to her.

“He says it’s on the house,” she said, after translating it back to him.  “I think he wants you to be a mascot.”

[partim] Shine.

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Luckily he didn’t seem to have anything sinister in mind and just led me back to this place.

It was dimly lit, in the way Chinese restaurants tend to be, and I tried to point out my light, worried my belly’d cause a disturbance—the dining room looked pretty full.

He shook his head and chattered at me a bit more as he led me to a seat in the corner overlooking the whole room.

Another full day

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NSFW (M/M, feeding, inflation, popping) below cut… »

Shine.

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I’d only found out about it by accident—I’d been wandering across town again, when a muscular Chinese man with a scruffy beard came up to me and started chattering away in his language.

I’d looked around a bit worriedly to see if I was about to be swarmed or something—I really didn’t feel like being ganged up on again.

1st draft [partim] – Shine.

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The subway screeched as it came to a stop at Chinatown Station.

All right, this is where we get off,” I said.

Oh is it really?” Jan said, getting up.

I punched his arm. “None of that.”

My favorite place to eat out here was a tiny little place off a little blind alley; I don’t think it even has an English name.

1st draft [partim] – Shine.

Yeah, so I decided to continue on from my last Shine scrap and see if I could make a proper story out of it.


Jan was no longer the scrawny fox he had been when I’d first met him; a few weeks of eating with me had him up to looking healthy. It didn’t look like he’d be sporting a paunch like mine anytime soon, though.

“All right,” I said, “Let’s get out of here.”

We went down to the street and headed to the subway station. People shaded their eyes as we went by. I ignored them; not fifteen minutes ago they’d’ve been doing the same for the sunset, and my light’d be past them just as quickly.

Jan sat across from me on the subway car. I saw my light in his eyes.

“You don’t hafta sit there, you know,” I said.

“What, and let someone else enjoy this view?”

Scrap – Shine

This scrap is short because my writing hour was sort of cut into by a buddy who had a drama attack. I was going to explain that Jan had been getting a little tubby from having Shine-sized meals with his tiger and the two of them were going to go to Chinatown and enjoy a bunch of time on the subway.   But that’ll just have to wait now, won’t it? Remember kids, just say no to drama!  [This has been a public service message by the Committee to Make Post Descriptions Longer Than The Posts Themselves.]


I sat on the balcony with Jan and watched the sun go down over the city.  It felt like it was going to be a pretty warm night.  I took my fox’s hand and led him back through the apartment and out the front door.

“Where are we going?” he said.

“Anywhere we want.”

“How about food?”

Scrap – Mr Shine’s New Home.

This is more or less random writing as I don’t currently have a Shine story I’m working on; still kind of feeling around for a plot. Ends kind of abruptly, but improvements have to wait till next round, or else I’d never put anything down. :p I think they end up by sleeping outside for a while.


It took us a while before we could save up to rent an apartment, but once we did, things just started turning up all over. Actually having a place to keep groceries really helped kill the expense of eating out for every meal.

I remember the first day — the day we moved in. I threw my pack in a corner of the empty living room and sprawled out on the carpet. “Ahhh,” I said, pulling Jan to me, throwing his shadow to the wall. “The life, babe. How’s it feel to be off the streets?”

I was excited, yeah. But my fox wasn’t.

“Jan?”

He lay across my belly, and his face was as sad as I’ve ever seen it. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s like we’ve got nothing, all over again.”

“We never had anything, really… did we?”

“The whole city was ours. Now we get to be put in boxes all over again. Tiny little boxes…”

I held him.

“I don’t want to be… all cooped up again, like I was before.”