Briggan sat on his bed while he permitted Mastace to look around. Mastace didn't fool around for very long before he returned to Briggan's side.
" You know ... I was thinking. How about you take a shower while I clean some of this up. If there's any room or place you don't want me to mess with, let me know."
Briggan pointed to the nightstand beside his bed. Mastace looked, then acknowledged him with a nod.
" Take as long as you like," Mastace said, " and I'll work to get this place looking nice as I can."
Briggan nodded, then collected his shower necessities and headed out of the room. Mastace looked around for where to begin.
" This will be fun," he said.
Briggan stepped out of the shower sometime later, feeling relieved. He didn't know what, but there was just something about Mastace that just ... worked. Anything Mastace wanted, he got. And it didn't seem like he was working to get anything selfish. He appeared to only want to help others.
Which is fine, but why help me of all furs?
There was no way he was worth all that... Then a thought occurred to him
Wait, are we now ... friends?
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Never Too Late
General FictionBriggan wasn't somebody that wanted friends. He'd been alone for as long as he could remember, and he wouldn't mind it if he stayed that way for the rest of his days. Or, at least, he would've... had someone not began meddling in his life. Now, ever...
