"Put. On. The. Socks."

I'd only been here a day so far, and already I was miserable. I'd had a regressive episode a day out from Denver, so when I arrived at VALTReC, I was already stuck in the body of a 2 year old. And miserable.

"Look, otter... there's something you obviously don't know about badgers. Just look..."

The big otter, I couldn't remember his name off the top of my head, interrupted me.

"There's something you obviously don't know about Denver, kid. It's colder here than you think in the fall. If you don't put something on your feet, you're going to get sick. Don't make me do this for you. Besides, we need to see how capable you are of taking care of yourself."

"Dammit! I'm not just being stubborn here, you idiot!" I had no time for this crap. Well, technically I had nothing BUT time anymore, but I didn't have to put up with this. "Look. At. My. PAWS! And don't call me kid."

He sighed. "Look, kid. I'm here to help you, whether you want it or not. I know this area, now unless you want me to tie you down and do it for you... Put on the socks."

I rolled my eyes at him. "Fine, give me the feckin' socks. I'll show ye." It was a bit of a struggle, I couldn't even manage to get a shirt on by myself at this age, and of course the diaper thing was faaaaar beyond my capabilities, but socks... yeah. I could handle those, not that I needed them. Not that I EVER wore anything on my feet.

There was a horrid ripping sound as I tugged the blasted sock over my heel, and lo and behold, exactly what I knew was going to happen, happened. My claws. The poor sock was shredded, and my toes were sticking out the tattered remains of the end, blue fibers hanging off the ends of my claws.

I wiggled my toes as the threads flapped around. "Told ye. Want to try some shoes?"

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