During the drive to the market, Emily was... distracted was the only word that really fit. She kept stealing worried glances at her friend Cara as the dark-haired girl fidgeted in the passenger seat. She knew the sudden stubble on her roommate's legs was real enough. She'd seen that for herself. The rest she was less sure of. The look of Cara's teeth, were they sharper? The canines just a little bit longer? They were still human enough that anyone else wouldn't give them a second look, but what Emily thought she saw was enough to give her pause. Then there was what caught the redhead's eye as Cara reached back to scratch behind her ear while they were at a stoplight. Were her roommate's ears actually pointed? Maybe. Just faintly. Emily wasn't sure she could trust her eyes on this. How much was happening and how much was her imagination running away with her?
Emily was grateful when they finally pulled into the parking space and she was able to pull the car out of gear and engage the emergency brake. They still had the drive home, but at least for now her curiosity about Cara couldn't take her eyes off the road. Cara herself got out of the car with a popping of joints that made Emily wince just before getting out and locking the doors. The redhead felt a faint itch down her pants leg, but one that seemed to fade as soon as she realized it.
Cara was already eagerly leading the way, briskly walking through the hissing automatic doors of the market. She paused once inside, and for a moment Emily thought her roommate was looking at the signs on the aisles, but realized quite soon that she was mistaken. Instead, the dark-haired girl's eyes were closed, her nostrils flaring before she opened them again.
"Mmm," Cara murmured before making a bee-line for the butcher's counter. Emily quirked a brow at this, but as she walked she couldn't help but catch a bit of the scent herself, which provoked an errant rumble in her stomach.
Cara was nearly drooling by the time they reached the counter, her nostrils flaring again as she curled her fingers over the rail that ringed the refrigerated case. Emily's eyes strayed to her friend's nails, noticing the polish that had chipped away in places. Once perfectly trimmed and filed, Cara's fingernails had grown outward, tapering nearly to points. It was the first detail since her friend's legs that Emily couldn't deny. Her friend was exhibiting telltales she'd wanted for herself.
Forcing herself to look away, Emily wondered how she should feel about this. Was she jealous? Almost certainly. Perhaps even resentful that Cara had possibly blown her chance at experiencing it.
It was a thought that Emily almost didn't get to finish, interrupted as it was by an odd sensation as she tucked away the lock of hair she'd been worriedly twirling...
...and felt that her ear now came to a gentle point.