Summary: Kentas gets used to the household, and M-21.

Sooo by the looks of things, I'm going to be making a collection post like Pick Up, this time with Kentas as the focus rather than Muzaka. Lunark and Garda'll maybe show up but I don't really have their personalities set in my head yet. And yeah, this'll also probably be my collection post of Kentas/M-21 fic until we find out what Kentas' fate is. Not all snippets will have the pairing, but there'll be enough anyway.

This carries on from Scent, but we'll see if this'll actually be in chronological order rather than whatever snippet I want to write first, heh.

Adapt

By Dark Ice Dragon

Kentas couldn't sleep. The city was louder than he was used to — it wasn't enough to distract him from his thoughts, but they warred for his attention either way.

He sighed, running a hand down his face. Staring out the window wasn't doing him any good, so he turned away from it, heading for his door. Maybe someone else was still awake.

The lights in the other bedroms were off so Kentas wandered down the stairs. Garda was out of the lab, but she was still being monitored in the recovery room — it would be better to let her rest.

Kentas went into the living room, the moonlight coming in from the window enough for him to see.

His nostrils twitched as he breathed in. So he hadn't been imagining it: there was a dog in the house.

Puppy. The dog was a puppy and Kentas smiled at the brown head peeking out from the bed in the corner.

"Did I wake you?" Kentas asked, walking over.

The puppy's tail wagged as he approached. "No! Do you want to play?"

Kentas chuckled, crouching down to pet the puppy. "I think you're lying." If the pup hadn't been sleeping, they wouldn't have been in bed when he entered the room.

"I'm no-" The pup's eyes widened, their ears moving up. "You can understand me?"

Kentas tilted his head, a puzzled smile forming on his lips. "Of course I can. Why wouldn't I?" He put his fingers in front of the pup's nose to let them sniff for proof. Talking to canines was a second language for werewolves.

The puppy sniffed at his fingers, then licked them. "Big brother doesn't."

Big brother…? There weren't any - oh, that had to be it. "He's not a werewolf," Kentas said, starting to rub the base of the puppy's ears, and the puppy leaned into with a sigh. "He feels like it sometimes, but he's human."

"Okay." The puppy looked up at him. "Can we play?"

Kentas shook his head. "It's too late for that." They would end up waking the others and the puppy probably wouldn't stay up for long anyway.

The pup huffed. "Then can I sleep with you instead?"

He smiled, sitting down with his legs crossed. "Come on, then."

With a soft bark the puppy hopped out of their bed and curled up in the space between Kentas' legs.

He wouldn't be sleeping for a while, but at least he had company.