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Konoha!

[ There's audible relief in Shino's voice when he all but shouts her name. All but—he does keep himself from actually shouting, but he's so darn glad she picked up. ]

Konoha, I need your help!

My help... ?

[The word "help" registers after a long, sleepy moment... and Konoha sits bolt upright in bed, suddenly (belatedly) concerned.]

What's wrong? Are you alright?

I'm not alright! I have four legs?!

[ He doesn't sound sure if he has four legs or not, but he's still not sure what to make of this or how to coordinate his movements or—thud thud thud thud—what he's supposed to do?! ]

I don't have anything that fits and I have antlers and—

[ He's cut off with a yelp, because when he started pacing, he tripped himself up, and a loud thump as he hits the floor sounds out, the comm going flying and skittering across the ground in the process. ]

Oww.

Eh- you do?

[Is that what that sound is???]

S- Stop moving, then! Just calm down a minute- You're Iris, too, right? Are they deer legs?

[ His voice is more distant from the comm now, considering it's across the room, but he seems to go still—there are no further sounds of struggle, at the minimum. ]

I don't know, maybe? This is a moon thing? I haven't had a moon thing like this! Just the stupid lighting!

[ He's starting to talk faster and louder again, the opposite of calm. ]

The... lighting? What lighting?

[That's not calm, sir!!!]

Um... lightning! Sorry, it's just—you don't have the lightning?

[ He also has stronger lightning right now, and it's about to get charged up where he is if he doesn't calm his whole self down. Truthfully, it'd been mild electrical stuff his first month, but since his second, it's more powerful after he got that necklace thing from that one weird guy who comes around at month end. ]

Ah, no, I don't... I don't have any of the magic stuff...

[There's a few muffled noises on her end, extricating herself from bed]

But- More importantly, where are you? Are you at least somewhere safe?

... I got my antlers caught in the doorway when I tried to get out of my room, so...

[ He's at his apartment, where he's been freaking out this whole time. The pause gave a moment of clarity, but his hold on it is tenuous. Big changes like these?! What the hell! It's nothing he's used to, and it is frankly frightening.

His voice comes closer after the sounds of someone hefting to their feet, all four of them, with some awkwardness. ]

I can't go out.

[ In public. And right now, with the quieter, careful steps he takes toward where he saw the comm slide away, he's figuring out how to bend down without losing his balance entirely. ]

[Oh, he had antlers, too...]

Well, I can come visit you, alright... ?

Until then, just hold on to things until you can get a handle on walking, okay? Don't twist anything...

I'm not going to—

[ Another yelp and a thud that follows. Twist anything? No, he was going to say "have any lasting injury," but tripped over his own feet again trying to get the comm back. At least he was already closer to the ground this time. ]

Thank you, Konoha. The door's not locked... I can send Murasame to guide you?

What did I just say?

[It's really frustrating to listen to him flail around and not listen and she can't even help??????]

Send him, and I'll be there as soon as I can, alright?

[After cupping her hand over the device so that her voice is a bit muffled when she tells Gonta what's happening and that... she's taking a pair of his pants.]

... To hold onto things until I can handle walking.

[ He says, sounding sheepish, and not long after a croak can be heard, paired with a more levelly stated request for Murasame, now manifested, to go find Konoha and lead her here. A window creaks open. ]

Murasame's headed to you now. And... thank you. I won't move, I promise.

[ This time, he promises. He shifts enough to get awkwardly comfortable sitting on the floor, but everything feels weird and he just doesn't like it. What's with all this fur?! These legs! This everything!

He concentrates on wiggling his two toes, satisfied when he makes it work, but that's about the extent of his entertainment as he waits, tail flicking in agitation now and again. ]

That's right.

[So he better keep that promise!

Still somewhat sleepily stumbling out of bed and then retucking the blankets around her husband, Konoha stifles a yawn as she shrugs into her clothing, bundling up a pair of the pants she made Gonta wear during Sanguis, and grabbing a few rice balls from the "fridge". Once Murasame came into view she waved the demon bird over, followed where he led...

And lets herself into Shino's apartment after a small struggle with the stairs, calling out from the entrance.]

Shino... It's Konoha!

[ He's still sitting, but when he hears her call out he braces his hands against his new upper thighs and pushes his forelegs up, leaning forward and pinwheeling his arms to get his haunches up as well. Standing somewhat splayed, limbs akimbo, he looks around and side steps to grab the sheets on his bed and pull them off, nearly crossing his legs and falling again in the effort.

He drapes that sheet over his long back and rump, trying to disguise himself into some semblance of modesty. ]

I'm back here!

[ He calls out, heading to his door, but once again he manages to catch one antler on the frame and pauses, carefully moving his head so he can get the expanse of his antlers through without further hangups. ]

I stayed put when I was waiting—

[ There! His head's through the door, along with his forelegs, and with his hair a mess that's doing nothing to keep his chest decent, he comes through the door with exaggeratedly careful steps, his bedsheet dragging on the ground, making him look like a poorly dressed sheet-ghost. ]

There're so many limbs to get coordinated, how do you manage when you guys are little?

[Closing the door behind her, Konoha follows the sound of his voice, already prepared to cup her hand over her eyes and ask if he was decent, but then he's in the doorway with a sheet on, so-

Alright, at least he's not naked... and she doesn't mean to, but after the initial panic of thinking that something awful might have happened to him, calling her so early in the morning in a tizzy like that...

Konoha can't help but laugh a bit in relief.]

Jinba take two whole weeks after their born to learn how to walk... I don't know, it just happens...

[Which she says as if it's a super long time, but come on, Shino, human babies an even longer time and they only have two legs???]

[ Yes, human babies take up to years to learn to walk, and they often start with crawling, but this is more about him tangling himself up over the course of an hour! It's worth finding frustrating!

Even if, with her laughter, his cheeks have tinged pink. He stops halfway through the doorframe, one side leaning into the frame itself, a hand tugging at hair caught oddly around a horn and the other still holding the darn sheet in place around his human waist. Not a perfect solution, but a functional enough one. ]

This can't last that long. The moons aren't out like that, right? I'll have to learn faster...

[ Now he really is frowning, looking down at the ground and lifting a foreleg, reaching out to touch it with his hand as his torso leaned forward. As he's still leaning against the doorframe, he's at least not worried about toppling over again immediately. ]

Well you’ve got a much bigger brain than a baby, haven’t you? It won’t take you two weeks. Come on-

[She sounds confident enough for the both of them in that, at least, finally stepping close enough to touch in order to gently untangle his hair from his horns. Didn’t need to add hair tugging to this whole affair...]

First things first, though, we don’t want want you tripping on sheets... I brought a spare pair of Gonta’s trousers, but...

[Looking at him in person... they might be too big...]

Mmm, maybe I should give you mine instead...

[ Why does he feel like he's being told he has a fat head? (He's not.) He does lower his head more and with great care, making it even easier to untangle his hair from these antlers of his. Would they shed if he turned into this form during the right part of the year? Deer shed their antlers, don't they? That's the point of all the decorations that've been strung up this month, right? ]

... I'm nowhere near as big as he is.

[ He's resigned when he agrees with her estimate, since even while he's obviously much larger than usual for his human build, he's definitely now more similar to Konoha's size instead of anything close to Gonta's. Maybe a bit taller.... okay, so a bit, not much, taller now, but not all that broad in either chest, and certainly more on the lithe side.

Dammit! He's finally "tall," and he still doesn't feel like he's particularly impressive! ]

How do you even... [ He lifts a hind hoof, then taps it back down since he can't see his feet anyway given where he decided to stop and support himself. ] Get things on?

[ Then, quieter, with his eyes aimed toward the floor and his chin tucking in toward his chest, freed hair sliding forward to hang down between them; ]

Thank you. For coming, I mean, and for helping.

Nobody is...

[Konoha has never seen a jinba larger than her husband was... and sure, this place had some people who got larger when their moonblessings happened, but even then... he was a giant. She can't help but laugh a bit helplessly again, patting him between his horns when he bows his his head a bit, rustling his hair until it falls evenly free of his horns.

He didn't need to thank her.

After all, she didn't know what it was like to have a family beyond adopted parents but. Was this what it was like to have a nephew? Something like that? (Never mind they weren't actually that far apart in age.)

Actually, she's gonna try really hard to think of him as a family right now, and not a man, because-]

Mmmm... You can watch me change and copy me, or I can put them on you... Which one is better... ?

[With those thinner-even-than-a-horse's legs, and how easy it was for creatures like them (temporarily "them") to injure themselves there as opposed to anywhere else, she didn't want him flailing around by himself again, twisting about trying to get his trousers on...]

[ Both options are embarrassing! Welcome to your new nephew, Auntie, he's looking a bit perturbed at this idea, but not... well, for his nudity at least. He doesn't feel okay watching her change. Too intrusive of him! He can't do it! ]

You can put them on me!

[ He blurts out. At least he's used to having people help dress him from most his early life (read: the majority of his life). ]

I'm... used to being dressed when I'm sick, so...

[ That makes it better? Somehow? He's trying not to think hard on this, more like, right. Family! Family or medical professionals. Truly, the two types to likely see you naked and just deal with it a-okay. ]

A- Alright, then!

[Totally normal! She'd dressed the village children she'd looked after when she'd been... well, basically a filly still herself, but. One snag... she should probably put him in her own clothes instead of Gonta's, what with the size difference... so she still had to change anyway.]

Well, close your eyes first.

[A bit ruddy-cheeked, she moves her hands from the top of his head to his eyes, covering them until she's positive he's obeyed before she twists about to start undoing her own "skirt", which she'd tied... extra tight that morning to keep her traitor of a tail from rising. After all, she was Iris, too. Hopefully his deer parts didn't come with a heightened sense of smell like Sanguis people had.

While she changes from her own to Gonta's, accompanied by the soft sound of hooves on his floor, Konoha tries to keep talking, though- best way not to be awkward!]

Mountain jinba are... way more free [naked] about things, so I actually had to show Gonta how to wear a loincloth before... Which means I know how to teach now! No worries!

[ His eyelashes brush her palms when she covers his eyes and he unhesitatingly complies; closed tight, enough that his forehead knits some in the sincerity of showing how he has no intent to open them. Childlike, really, but not because he's a child: it's the overdone nature of it, and in an unthought, purely reactionary way.

I will not open my eyes, promise.

He listens to the shifting of hooves, and notes how her single hoof sounds similar and different to his cloven hoof; he wonders if that effects any big differences or not. His understanding of those mechanics basically doesn't exist. Horses are large, impressive, steady, and usually something he's hauled up onto, and that's that. ]

Are we talking fundoshi style?

[ He hasn't personally worn undergarments in that style, even if it was still the most popular one outside of the cities for adult men. For some complicated reason of canon nonsense, boxers and briefs have been introduced before WWII, so... once he got to live as a boy, once underwear became a thing, that's right where he went. SO MANLY! So progressive! So anything but traditional when tradition has done little to benefit his life, or that of those he loves. ]

It's still popular back home, but I've never actually learned how that works.

[There was a bit of a difference between a cloven and an equine hoof, mostly in how the weight distributed, how best to put one's foot down when walking... which she only really knows because when Iris hit her strongly Konoha sometimes woke with a more deer-hide colored coat and cloven hooves herself... This month had been kinder on the more physical changes.

For her, at least.]

Mm, that's right. In the summers most of the men on the lumber yard strip down to fundoshi to work. It's not like I, um, make a habit of putting them on people or looking at them, or anything, it just so happened that I could do it is all.

[Her blush over the holes she digs herself aside, Shino is a good boy- She has faith he won't peek, so she changes out of her own trousers for Gonta's, tying them as tight as possible and managing to get them to at least stay on, unflattering and mis-sized as it was. Modesty was all that really mattered here, so- It's fine.]

Alright- Open.

[When he does, she's got her own smaller pair of trousers in hand, and, thinking nephew, nephew, nephew she steps beside him to first lay them out on the ground, arranging so that he could step into the leg holes, holding out the "belt" portion for him to take.]

When we dress by ourselves, we hold onto this part, step in... then pull to tug it up over our rears, okay?

[ He waits until she says he can open his eyes to then comply with that command, blinking a few times and stepping awkwardly out of the doorframe to look down at where she's lain the cloth on the ground. Oh for heaven's sake, he's got to perform gymnastics, he's doomed.

The sheet needs to come off, and so he collects it and folds it in a messier fashion than he prefers, letting it drop to the ground as he feels very, very naked in spite of his abundant fur. He won't think about it. Don't think about it! It's like having a sister around (his limited experience is largely with sisters, but they're all younger, and mother as a concept has only meant an absent hole in his younger life, what with his memories fuzzy as they are) helping him out when he's too ill to do everything on his own. It's an annoying thought, but also grounding. Annoyance means while his cheeks are still touched with pink, he's not letting himself worry about it.

Much.

Despite a frown as he contemplates what he needs to do, he accepts the "belt" and with an awkwardness to his manner, very, very carefully slides one back hoof in place, overly delicate as he settles his hoof back on the floor. By now he's at least balancing better on three legs, so he doesn't thump down like he did at some times before she arrived, but it's still notably awkward.

Following her instructions, he pulls on the belt, the fabric bunching and sliding up just as she'd said. He pulls faster than he intended, rucking his fur up over his haunches, and it's a weird enough sensation he gives a full body shudder and grits his teeth. Speaking through clenched teeth and the remnants of his embarrassment that he's trying to banish as much as he can, he asks: ]

Like that? Now what?

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