As uncomfortable as it was, I did throw a shirt on, soon after that was a knock on the door to my apartment as I walked over and looked through the peephole before opening the door.

            “Am I late?” Alphonse asked

            “It’s been…five minutes” I said

            “Sorry for being early” he said, he was dressed as usual for him, in a ground touching dark evergreen colored skirt that deeply pleated around him as it hit the ground around his feet, a tucked in kimono like blouse with a deep neckline, patterned in wide chevrons of black and a dark gray-ivory tone, edged in dark tombstone lacework that framed the sleeves and the slightly deep neckline, the sleeves fell loose and belled around his forearms, a wrapped vest of dark purple overtop embroidered with all sorts of plants and flowers with a built it hip length matching dark green cape that barely rested on his shoulders it was so delicately around him, his usual jewelry, makeup and things, his hair split into the top-bottom halves, the top half twisted back into a small bun with a black ribbon tied around it with no bow, just the long tails hanging down the back of his neck with the rest of his thick blood colored hair hanging loose onto his collar, a closed parasol rested with the crook on his right wrist, that hand occupied by a carrier box of fresh beignets and his other was holding a small carrier with two cups of coffee in it.

            “It’s alright, come in” I said as I stepped away from the door, he dipped in as he set the two things on the island and rested his umbrella in the crux of where the island met the support pillar that was towards the front door, he brushed himself off a little.

            “I see you’re already showing” he said, nervously twiddling his thumbs as he looked at me, before he softly bit his lower lip, those pure inky black eyes of his showing no emotion whereas his face showed every drop of emotion he felt.

            “I woke up like this” I sighed 

            “I didn’t know how you take your coffee, so it’s just black…I noticed you drank the tea I made black as well.”

            “I don’t put anything in my coffee…thank you, Alphonse, for reaching out. I was a little surprised to hear your voice though.”

            “The few other lycan clients I have, have been lycans for extensive times, whereas tonight will be your first full moon. Plus, I know it was maybe a bit traumatic for you to be turned so soon to the moon…so, I was a bit worried about how you were holding out.” He said, concern, genuine concern was on his voice.

            “Thank you…so much, Alphonse. I am glad to just…talk to someone right now, I know you don’t really know or understand how everything makes me feel and all, but knowing that you at least know everything with how magic is and all does make me feel more comfortable.”

            “I just want to make sure that your first full moon isn’t as traumatic as it possibly could be” he said with a soft shrug and smile, his full lips painted a dark, dark purple, his eyes surrounded by dark shadow as usual and a purple toned blush was softly swept across his cheekbones making his rather sallow and hollow features even more gaunt, drawn out and almost more ghostly in his extreme paleness.

            “How did you…handle learning about all of this? I know you had that school you went to and all, but…I doubt even something like that would make me fully…comfortable with everything around me. Every time I look around me…there is something new and strange showing up or someone is there as some sort of magical creature that I have only ever heard about in stories…so, it’s just…maddening a bit.” I explained

            “I was young, the trauma of what I went through also did kind of…muffle anything that would have confused me, I was a kid.” He shrugged softly, “Do you…want a hug or something?” he asked, I bit my lower lip a little.

            “Maybe, but…I don’t really know what I want or need right now. I had to quit my job and all because my old head-chef refused to even listen to why I needed today and the next three days off…so I have to find a new job, I’m going through all of this” I sighed as motioned towards my face, “It is just a lot to have to deal with all at once and I just want…I don’t know what I want.”

            “I’m sorry, I…I’m not sure exactly how I could help you. Are you in any pain?”

            “No”

            “Anything feel strange or weird?” he asked, I just rose my brow as I held my arm up a little. “Aside from the whole were-gator.”

            “Not really…just starving and for some reason, all I want is fish…and I want to eat it raw.”

            “I see” he sighed as he stepped a little closer to me as he rested a hand on my shoulder, I looked up just with my peripheral to meet his eyes, those bottomless voids of his irises seemed to sap out every drop of light around him, almost pulling the shadows closer around him as his eyes just consumed more and more light…it had that feeling of being drawn inwards, being pulled closer and closer towards him as his hand shifted on my shoulder to softly cup my spiky scale covered cheek. I leaned my head into his palm a bit as I reached up, just resting my hand over his, his hand was cold, but…in a pleasant way, there was no pulse I could feel with my hand on his hand and wrist, his skin was too smooth and too soft, his fingers almost too long and too thin, almost a full joint or so longer than regular fingers. “You’re so cold” he whispered, “You’re cold blooded” he laughed quietly as he rested his other hand on my cheek, his thumbs softly slid along my cheekbones as I softly held his wrists, “I don’t know how you feel right now…but I want to help you in any manner I can, Dusty.”