Of course, no one was going to swipe anything from an office break room. What would they do with the pilfered costume anyways? Wear it to the office Halloween party and immediately get caught? Still, Spot got used to patrolling around his owner’s wares and keeping an eye on people as they shopped.
Sure enough, the troublesome client suddenly jumped from Scott’s responsibilities to Jack’s problem. Although honestly it was mostly a personality thing. You just needed to know how to handle them. Plus they paid for lunch at least.
Finally the two got home. Jack didn’t feel like cooking so he poured Spot some kibble and made some instant noodles for himself.
He was happy to see that being a wizard didn’t mean he no longer owned a TV. Then again, maybe this was Scott’s? Well no, it wasn’t a chew toy right now. There were too many layered realities right now for him to keep track of. Jack plopped down on the sofa and turned on one of their favorite old movies. Spot curled up beside him, and the two unwound together.
Jack sat up groggily, suddenly realizing that the sun was down and the room was dark. The only light in the living room was the looping menu from the TV. He must have dozed off towards the end.
He sat up to turn some lights on. Suddenly Jack noticed a weight in his lap. Spot’s head was resting peacefully in his lap. Heh, well you know what they say about letting sleeping dogs lie.
Jack waved his hands to slowly dim some of the lights on. Then he looked down at his lap again.
Scott had fallen asleep inside of the Spot costume. He had explicitly warned his dog not to do that.
More so than that… Scott had just casually tossed his humanity aside that morning. He’d been spending more and more time as Spot recently. If he didn’t care about his human responsibilities anymore… maybe be shouldn’t have them?
Jack could feel that itch again. This was going to be fun. But… This was Scott! He could of course undo it later, but he knew he wasn’t going to.
He gently rolled the sleeping dog over on the sofa. His zipper was nestled on his furry chest right where it should be. Was he really doing this? It would be so easy to…
Jack reached out and slid his finger underneath the base of the closed zipper. He pulled on it gently, watching the stitches at the base of the zipper start to disappear. The closed strand of teeth started to separate from the fur, leaving nothing but a scruffy dog belly underneath.
He pulled at it until about half of the zipper came off. Then he finally let go, letting the strand dangle awkwardly from the dog’s chest. His dog’s chest. His roommate who he was turning into a dog’s chest.
What was he doing…!
Jack took a deep breath. There was still time to fix the zipper. But… he didn’t want to. He wanted to see the look on Spot’s face the next morning when he realized he was stuck. He could turn him back if he was truly miserable, but Jack had a feeling Spot wouldn’t be entirely distraught.
He slowly slipped off of the sofa and quietly got ready for bed. He thought about going back and fixing Spot’s zipper but… no, his mind was made up.
Man, wizards could apparently be jerks sometimes.