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Hattori's currently in wolf form - by choice, not by force of the full moon - and is ambling Conan's way. He's rather big for a wolf - he's a Dire Wolf, in fact, about half the size again of a normal wolf.

Tail wagging slowly, tongue lolling out of his mouth, wolf-Hattori's jaw is split in what could almost be a grin.

"Woof."

"Ha-To-RI--" Conan pauses. His plan was to attract Hattori's attention -- not the attention of a giant dog -- correction. That jaw, the tail and ears -- that could only be a member of the lupus genus -- and Conan definitely has its attention.

His plan to back away slowly is foiled by the wolf planting itself right in front of him, tail wagging -- Conan swallows. It's not hostile, which means -- what? It's in a good mood? He's so small he doesn't register as food or threat?

"Uh -- hello?"

Hattori's displaying all the signs of a happy wolf, tail wagging cheerfully as he pads forwards into Conan's personal space, sniffing at his shirt.

After a few moments, he licks him, a wet stripe all the way up the side of his cheek.

Conan's displaying all the signs of a very uncomfortable seven-year-old -- particularly at the lick. This is just how he wanted to spend his morning, yes.

"Um -- nice wolf. Don't do that again."

Hattori barks, nutting at his chest gently. It's his packmate-who-smells-different, but the smell is close enough to reassure the wolf. Emotions are simpler like this, and it's easier to deal with the aching loneliness that being away from his pack presents.

He nuts him again, trying to get him to turn around.

This has -- got to be one of the most bizarre experiences of his life. Being nosed by a giant wolf ... it is a good thing that Conan is a dog person.

"You want me to move, that it?" Conan takes a tentative step, ignoring the instincts that tell him staying put is the best plan right now.

Hattori huffs, getting his head behind Conan and nosing him more clearly in a circle, trying to herd him towards the wall to make his point more obvious. Don't look.

He wanted Kudo to turn around so he could change - there was a whole heap of embarassment at the thought of getting caught mid-shift, mroe so than the thought of being cuaght naked, which Hattori had barely any qualms over in either form. With shapes colliding and things looking gross enough to make you lose your lunch, who wouldn't be change-shy?

"... you want me to turn around?" That was -- pretty specific for a wolf. Conan eyed it dubiously. The only reason he could think of it wanting him to turn around was so that he wouldn't have to see it eat him -- which was oddly humane for a giant wolf. That had licked him.

Conan gave the wolf a dire look, and turned reluctantly, getting his watch ready. "If you eat me, Ran is so going to break your neck," he warned, an unpleasant thought occurring to him -- didn't wolves carry their cubs by the neck? If this wolf thought he was a kid -- and it had been friendly enough towards him that it just might -- then that was really going to hurt ...

Hattori whuffed gently as Kudo turned around, backing off from him slightly. Then - there was a small intake of air, and an unpleasantly organic noise, much like the sound of two pieces of meat being slapped together.

Hattori shook his head, resisting the urge to paw at his ears. The moments after a change were gloriously higlighted with both sets of senses heightened, but there was the unplesant side effect of thinking you were still quadrepedal - more so when you only went halfway, like he had, retaining some aspects of his wolf form like the tail and ears.

"Ya c'n turn back around, Kudo."

That voice --

He'd only spoken to the male Hattori once but it wasn't exagerrating to say he'd made an impression. Conan spun around, about to demand just what he was doing playing jokes with a giant wolf but the question was never asked.

Instead he just stared at Hattori -- definitely Hattori if no Hattori he'd ever seen -- and tried to make sense of the ears, the tail, the rest of it--

"--ah."

"Yo," grinned Hattori, raising a hand in greeting, tail wagging cheerfully.

"What's up?"

... still Hattori. Conan resisted the urge to facepalm at the greeting, instead treating Hattori to a 'you can't be serious' look.

"Nothing's up -- I just wanted to see you. A you."

Hattori grinned wider in return. At least he hadn't picked Conan up this time - or grabbed him by the shoelaces to drag.

"Why'd ya wanta see me?" he asked, curious, though his tail was still wagging ferociously, happy at being talking to Kudo.