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Chip knows they shouldn't be doing this. Grant will be angry, furious probably, when he finds out about this. But...they want to see. He's already seen their dangerous side, suffered it's harm with so much more patience and understanding than they ever earned in their life. It's only fair they return the favor.

And besides...they're curious. What could turn such a gentle man into a dangerous beast, after all? They'd never heard any howling or other monstrous noises on other full moons.

It's easy enough to sneak into the storage room once the moon is well risen, and the trapdoor only takes a bit of work to figure out and haul open. Chip peers down into the room, frowning and clicking on the flashlight they'd brought with them.

"Gr--...Dad?"

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Grant tilts his head, letting himself process their words - everything they say registers as oddly fragmented like this, but if he thinks it over he can get the general idea pretty well.

So, after a moment of consideration, he snorts and butts his head gently into their hand.

That tilt of Grant's head makes Chip giggle again before they can stop themself, but the butt of his head in their hand is all the answer they need--Chip immediately buries their fingers into the soft, thick fur behind Grant's ear and starts rubbing and scratching just like they do with any dog. An incredulous smile pulls at their face, lighting up their entire expression.

He gives a quiet, approving huff and whuffles gently against their face, his tail wagging furiously.

Then, decisively, he plops a paw on their back and rolls onto his side, pulling them down with him.

They laugh softly and gently bump their forehead against Grant's snout, shoving the flashlight into their pocket to get both hands buried into his fur. But then--

"Wh-aaaah!" Chip squawks and flails a bit when he grabs them, freezing up for a few moments when they land and blinking in confusion before looking up at Grant. What was that for?

It was because it's cuddling time now, Chip, that's what. Grant flops his other arm over their shoulder and pulls them against him - then drags his tongue over their cheek and hair. Helping!

Chip whines and squirms, turning their head away from the slobber. They laugh despite themself, and try to shove Grants huge head away.

"Dad! C'mon, stoppit!"

"Buhf."

Grant licks them again before letting his head drop onto the floor of the cellar, momentarily amplifying the thumping of his tail. He doesn't remove his arms, though. Sorry, Chip, you live here now.

Chip laughs again, and lies quietly in Grant's arms for a few moments. They aren't sure what they expected to happen when they crawled down here, but laying cuddled up next to a mountain of a dog was not something they had considered.

On sudden impulse, Chip reaches forward and starts stretching over Grant's chest with both hands. It's not any real revenge, but his fur is so soft they can't really resist.

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He gives a startled puff of air through his nose, then his tail thumps against the ground again. He pulls them closer to him, but leaves them with room to be able to move around, and nuzzles his muzzle into their hair.

Chip giggles and keeps scratching, bowing their head a little before looking up at Grant. It's strange how natural this feels, but they suppose nothing has really changed. Grant just looks a little different right now...and probably thinks a bit oddly, but it's still clearly Grant. Chip can hardly think of anyone else that would be so gentle with them.

They pretty much got it in one there; he's still very much himself, even if things seem a little different than usual from his point of view. Perhaps more accurately, they seem simpler.

Of course, there isn't too much room for his thoughts on Chip to get simpler, regardless of what they might expect. They're just... his. His child, his pup.

...He should lick their head again. He's going to do that.

"AGH! Daaaaaaad!" Chip whines and tries to turn away again, laughing and attempting to stop Grant's tongue with their hand. "That's gross, come on! I'm already clean!"

Well what did THAT accomplish, Chip, now you've just got dog spit on your hand - which Grant is also good with licking, as indicated by the ongoing tail-thumping.

He'll eventually calm down and cut that out. Eventually.

Chips groans and tries the shake the slobber off their hand, but that just leaves their face open again. This amusing charade goes on like this for a bit before Chip just gives up and squeezes their eyes shut, waiting for Grant to be done with this.

After a couple minutes, he seems to decide that they are clean (read: slobber-covered) enough. After a final lick, he lets his head thump onto the floor before nuzzling his nose into their shoulder.

They crack one eye open, then the other, and look down at Grant's massive head with a faint hint of confusion. Chip wipes their hand off on their shirt before rubbing behind his ear again, closing their eyes after a moment.

"Love you." It comes out in a faint mumble, barely articulated, but even then...they have a feeling he'll hear them.

He can, alright. Grant's ears twitch and he huffs against their shirt, nuzzling them again.

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