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Hamster Journal – 1
Life as a hamster has thus far been oddly pleasant. Being as small as I am, there are many things that I have not been able to take care of – casework, drinking, school, that sort of thing – which has been a good forced break from my normal life. Though I do miss being able to do things for myself.
Tasks as simple as sneaking into the dining hall for a quick bite before my father gets home have become nearly impossible. It takes a good part of the afternoon just to sneak through the hallways and into the kitchen, and then I’m thwarted by polished chrome at every turn!
Baaya has yet to notice me, I think, though I wonder if she’s worried that I’ve been missing?
Then again, Camie-chan has been kind of enough to take care of me for the most part, so perhaps Baaya assumes that I’m in one of my ‘don’t interrupt me’ moods, which tend to last a few days…
All the same, it will be a relief to be returned to my normal self again soon… I hope. These things never last very long, do they? I suppose I should at least be thankful that my clients all but disappear, for the most part, at the end of the year…
New Year’s Ham
She stayed with him through the night, allowing herself to slip into sleep for only a few hours at a time until morning. However sour she had been at him she couldn’t fight her deep rooted instinct to make sure he’d be okay once he woke up. After all she had never heard of a rodent ingesting alcohol before, so she wasn’t sure if it was even okay for the small animals body.
Morning came all too early for the little hamster, who groaned as he tried to groom himself. Try as he might, Hakuba couldn’t remember ever having a headache this terrible. Though, whether that was from the sheer, proportional, amount of alcohol, or the fact that he was now a hamster, the actual cause was unclear.
Once he’d managed to get his fur looking a little more presentable, Hakuba shook himself out, then crawled up to nudge Camie’s cheek with his front paws. Much as his head ached, he needed food, and as far as he knew, it would all be completely out of reach without a lot of effort. None of which, of course, he was interested in putting forth at present.
New Year’s Ham
Camie giggled and set the rag in the sink, reaching for a towel and gently wrapping him in it. despite him deserving a bit rougher treatment she couldn’t bring herself to stay upset because he was cuddly and furry and adorable, as it were.
She headed back to his office and made herself comfortable in her usual spot, setting the now almost completely wrapped hamster on her stomach and leaning back.
“Now you just have to dry.~”
Hakuba might have been clean, but he was still cold. Wrapped in the towel helped, as did the body heat, but he shivered despite. Things had become quite confusing to him; since when did people pick him up and carry him about? And that voice… The little hamster curled up into a smaller, tighter ball of fluff, shivering. Too sleepy to stay awake, he nodded off again.
New Year’s Ham
She smiled and shook her head, gently rubbing down his fur with the soaked rag and turning him from side to side in order to get all of him.
“Now, now senpai, you can’t be sleeping in the water or youll drown, and im not waiting untill your fully awake becuase dried alchohol isn’t fun especially on fur.” She wasn’t sure if he understood anything she was saying but she kept talking anyway as she worked.
…just let me dieeeeee…
It wasn’t quite a hangover – not yet – but the amount of sensitivity his groggy, heavy head felt was beyond uncomfortable. It was cold. That’s what he knew. Cold and wet. And he wasn’t able to fight back at all. The paw he lifted to swipe at her was completely ineffective, and he swayed with every attempt.
New Year’s Ham
Camie sighed and carefully placed him into the front pocket of her hoodie and proceeded to clean up the spilt whiskey before it soaked into his wooden desk. Once she was sure it was wiped and the bottle was put away she headed to the bathroom and located a washcloth and turned on the sink. She made sure it was soaked with ice cold water that made even her hand numb, before bringing the small furry rodent from her pocket and placing him in the soaked rag.
The sensation that brought the hamster back to consciousness was not a pleasant one, and he groaned in complaint. Hakuba wanted to be asleep, dammit, not so groggy he couldn’t see straight. And so cold. Why was he so cold? He shivered.
New Year’s Ham
“Happy new years senpai!!!!!!!!!!”
Camie jumped into the detectives room in an attempt to surprise him, but when she opened her eyes and scanned the scene she saw no one.
“Hmmm how strange, I had brought him some pastries to celebrate but…maybe he went ou-” She stopped mid sentence when she moved to set down the goodies she’d brought and spotted a tiny wet ball of fur sitting on the desk. curious she stepped closer, poking the wet fluff with her finger and then carefully scooping it up and rolling him onto his back to get a better look at him. With the smell of alcohol all but wafting from the small rodents body she could guess what had occurred, after all magic was a normal thing to her.
“Oh senpai, what have you done now?” She frowned at the clearly drunk hamster.
zzzZzZzzZzz… it would take him forever to get through the bottle of scotch at this rate. He was out cold, but at least he’d made it to midnight. That was important, right?
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“Are you having a great New Year, Hakuba-kun?”
Alas, with so much scotch to drink, it didn’t take long before Hakuba passed out completely drunk fell fast asleep on on the table. This left no one to answer his phone calls, texts, or the door.
But, for what it was worth, he did enjoy it, yes.
New Year’s Ham
“Yes, of course Mum… well, yes, I’m alone, but I’ve got scotch to keep me company… God, no I’m not desperate. Please. No, she went with dad to the party. I didn’t want to miss this…”
Hakuba glanced to the sheets of paper that he’d been writing on with his latest gift and tilted his head, smile soft and fond. He wasn’t getting any meaningful words down on the page, but each one felt absolutely wonderful to write. And he wondered, briefly, if it wouldn’t be so bad to be more of a Doyle than a Holmes… For the moment, anyway.
“Hm? Oh, sorry, Mum… a little distracted is all… The time? Oh, it’s… aha! Just ten second- eight, seven, six… yes, fine, count alo- two, one..” He stopped just in time to hear the large, wooden clock above the fireplace chime, closing his eyes to relish the sound. Each chime was clear, bright, and perfectly tuned. He counted each peel as it rang.
“Happy New Year’s, Mum. Yes, I’ll be safe. Love you, too. I’ll call you in a few days. Of course. Good-”
WHUMF.
The phone bounced on the carpeted floor when it hit and slid underneath the reclining armchair. Hakuba huffed, swathed in heavy fabric from the long-sleeved collared shirt, suit jacket, and tie that now covered him. Undergarments, socks, and trousers surrounded him. One of his fuzzy house slippers was beneath him.
Bloody hell…?
He struggled to dig his way out of the mass of far too much clothing, suddenly wondering why he insisted on wearing such formal attire even in the comfort of his own bedroom. Somehow, he pushed his way out of the pile backward, freezing momentarily at the suddenly cooler air on his back.
Keep calm, detective… he told himself, giving another huff before popping out of the clothes the rest of the way, and tumbled in a rolly polly ball of fluff onto the stones in front of the fireplace. Once equilibrium returned, Hakuba pulled himself up onto his haunches and glanced down at his paws, then to the big armchairs, back to the fire he had going, and finally to the glass of scotch that was now very, very high above his fuzzy little head.
Damn.
He licked his paws and drew them over his whiskers with a sigh. At least when he was a cat he could get to tall tables, but this? What was he, exactly? Some kind of rodent, he supposed, taking stock of the thin, round ears at the top of his head, paws running over each feature. Eyes on the side of his head – prey eyes, large chewing teeth, stout little body and, he smirked, turning to glance over his shoulder at the tiny little stub tail he sported. Hamster.
He’d become a hamster.
How or why he wasn’t sure, though he already had a few sneaking suspicions. Not that any of his theories would do him any good at the moment; he needed to get his phone to send an apology email to his mum before she worried too much. Fortunately, scrambling underneath the furniture proved no problem- especially compared to dragging the mobile back out into the open. Had it always been this heavy?
Sorry, Mum- got disconnected. Network’s having trouble. I’ll be in touch again soon. Love, James
It was a very terse email in comparison to what he’d normally have written, but each letter required a considerable effort to type. Once it was sent, he tested his claws on the armchair, then dragged himself up, up, up until he could just barely reach the table. After that, thanks to a little hopping, he returned to his glass of scotch which was… now much larger than he was, himself.
Did he dare drink any more? …well, it was New Year’s Eve… how could he resist? He stood on his haunches again and stretched up to the rim and wriggled, stretching and straining to move the heavy glass just enough to get his tongue to it. And just when he’d almost reached, it tipped back the rest of the way toward him and spilled the contents right onto him, drenching fur and tabletop in cold, Highland Park scotch.
…
Well, there are surely worse fates…