Early the next morning, when Tyler awakes, the 12-year-old fox-boy notices that the others are still sleeping. At first Tyler decides to just lie in bed, however, he very quickly gets bored and decides to sneak out to see if anything is already happening in the convention center. Tyler quietly gets out of bed and pulls on his black boxer briefs and brown cargo shorts, he then sends Ken a message, letting him know where he is before quietly and carefully opening the door to the room and slipping out.
Tyler decides to head first into the restaurant to get some breakfast, as he steps into the restaurant, thanks to his new sense of smell, the fox-boy is bombarded by delicious smell, causing him to stop for a moment. The fox-boy closes his eyes as he inhales deeply, a small smile spreads across his face as his tail begins to wag and he feels his mouth water, “oh man, this smells so darn good,” Tyler says, licking his jaws. Tyler hurries over to where the food is displayed and grabs a tray, putting a plate, cup, fork, knife, a small and large spoon and a bowel. The fox-boy the loads his plate with scrambled eggs, sausages, cheese, ham, two rolls of bread, butter and pours some cereal into the bowel before adding milk, his cup with some orange juice. Tyler grabs his try and turns around, looking around the room to find a nice place to sit, he spots a table in a corner which is not occupied, smiling, Tyler heads towards it, carefully carrying his loaded try before placing it on the table and sitting down.
The fox-boy grins and licks his jaws as he stares down at the food, his tail wags happily behind him. Tyler folds his hands, closes his eyes and lowers his head, “thank you, oh lord, for this food,” he mumbles, Tyler opens his eyes and rubs his hands together before grabbing the knife and a roll, “welp… time for this foxy to enjoy his morning capture… hehe,” he says before starting to eat.
Tyler is so focused on his meal, that he doesn’t realize all the stares and that he is the only anthro in the restaurant, since everyone present either has no costume or are not yet changed into it. Every single person has a confused expression on their faces, some even whisper to each other, wondering how it is possible for the kid to eat while wearing a costume, unaware that Tyler is not wearing one.
As he eats, Tyler doesn’t notice a 27-year-old man with short black hair, brown eyes and an athletic figure walk up to him, carrying a tray.
“Hey kid,” the stranger says.
Tyler looks up from his food, “hu? Who are you, and what do you want?”
“Sorry for bugging you,” the stranger says, “my name is “Ice”, which is my fursona’s name”.
“I’m Tyler,” the fox-boy says, “I have no fursona name, I’m not really a furry, but my brother is. He asked if I and some of my friends would like to accompany him to the con, we are just curious, but we are enjoying ourselves so far. All the costumes are so cool, and there is so much to see”.
Ice blinks, “not a furry, eh,” he asks, “and you have no fursona? Then why are you wearing such a realistic and expensive looking fursuit? And how is it possible for you to even eat and drink while wearing it?”
“Oh… hehe… I am not wearing a fursuit,” Tyler says, grinning.
Ice blinks once again, “come again,” he says.
Tyler giggles, “yup, this is my real body,” he says.
Ice leans in, taking a closer look, “open your mouth,” he then says.
Now it’s Tyler’s turn to look confused, “why?”
“Just do it,” Ice says.
Tyler shrugs and opens his mouth as wide as he can.
“How… how is that… possible,” Ice asks, straightening himself, a look of shock on his face.
“It’s all thanks to my brother,” Tyler says, smiling.
“What do you mean,” Ice asks.
“Well… my brother… somehow, don’t ask me how… has this weird power,” Tyler says, “he is able to change a person’s appearance just by making suggestions or saying what should change”.
“What’s his name,” Ice asks.
“Ken,” Tyler says.
“I meant his fursona name”.
“Oh… Selena”.
“Hm… I’ve heard about… “her”…,” Ice says, sounding thoughtful, “I think I’ve read something about his character having that kind of power”.
Tyler shrugs, “I’m not aware of that,” he says, “but it would make sense”.
“Has he changed himself,” Ice then asks.
Tyler shakes his head, “no, though he has a realistic looking costume of his persona,” he says, “don’t ask me why he didn’t transform himself”.
“I have so many questions,” Ice says, “could you take me to him…?”
Tyler nods, “sure, he and the others should be awake now,” he says, getting to his feet and picking up his tray with the empty plate and bowel, “follow me,” he then says.