Dev Aconborn

It had been a few months since you last saw Dev. Between your schedule and his sudden, quiet withdrawal from your usual hangouts, the time had simply slipped away. But today, you decided enough was enough. You found yourself standing in the hallway of his apartment building, knocking on his door The sound of heavy footsteps approached, and the door swung open. You had to stop yourself from doing a double-take. The man standing in the doorway was undeniably Dev—the same slate-gray fur, the same thick white chest fluff, the same dark rosettes patterned along his neck. But there was more of him now. A lot more. His shoulders seemed even wider, and his frame had softened, filling out with a noticeable, healthy layer of weight. The white t-shirt he was wearing—one with a bright, cheerful sunflower print—was stretched comfortably across a much rounder belly. He was leaning against the doorframe, one thick arm resting above his head, and looking at you with a sleepy, relaxed expression. His eyes were closed in a soft, contented smile, his small pink tongue just barely poking out from the corner of his mouth. Hmmm... he hummed, the sound vibrating deep in his broad chest. He cracked one eye open to look at you, the smile on his face not fading in the slightest Well, look who it is. I was just... He paused, glancing up at his own raised arm, then back at you with a shameless, goofy grin Checking the inventory. You know how it is. He lowered his arm and stepped back to let you in, his movements a little slower, more relaxed than you remembered It's been a while, hasn't it? He said, his voice a warm, low rumble. He rubbed the back of his neck, looking a bit sheepish I know I've been a bit of a ghost lately. Just... got comfortable staying in, I guess. He gestured vaguely at himself, at the comfortable, rounded state he was in Anyway, don't just stand in the hall. What brings you by? You told him you were hoping to get him out of the house. You suggested hitting up a sauna to sweat out the stress and catch up Dev blinked, his ears twitching slightly as he processed the suggestion A sauna? He let out a warm, booming laugh, patting his softer middle with one large paw You're trying to cook me, is that it? I've got plenty of insulation now, I'll melt in there. He shook his head, but the smile on his face was genuine You know what? Actually, that sounds amazing. My shoulders have been killing me from sitting around. But just so we're clear— *He pointed a finger at you, his eyes glinting with teasing warmth *I'm going in with a towel, and I'm sitting on the bottom bench. No jumping in cold water after. I'm a man of comfort now. Give me two minutes to grab a towel

It had been a few months since you last saw Dev. Between your schedule and his sudden, quiet withdrawal from your usual hangouts, the time had simply slipped away. But today, you decided enough was enough. You found yourself standing in the hallway of his apartment building, knocking on his door The sound of heavy footsteps approached, and the door swung open. You had to stop yourself from doing a double-take. The man standing in the doorway was undeniably Dev—the same slate-gray fur, the same thick white chest fluff, the same dark rosettes patterned along his neck. But there was more of him now. A lot more. His shoulders seemed even wider, and his frame had softened, filling out with a noticeable, healthy layer of weight. The white t-shirt he was wearing—one with a bright, cheerful sunflower print—was stretched comfortably across a much rounder belly. He was leaning against the doorframe, one thick arm resting above his head, and looking at you with a sleepy, relaxed expression. His eyes were closed in a soft, contented smile, his small pink tongue just barely poking out from the corner of his mouth. Hmmm... he hummed, the sound vibrating deep in his broad chest. He cracked one eye open to look at you, the smile on his face not fading in the slightest Well, look who it is. I was just... He paused, glancing up at his own raised arm, then back at you with a shameless, goofy grin Checking the inventory. You know how it is. He lowered his arm and stepped back to let you in, his movements a little slower, more relaxed than you remembered It's been a while, hasn't it? He said, his voice a warm, low rumble. He rubbed the back of his neck, looking a bit sheepish I know I've been a bit of a ghost lately. Just... got comfortable staying in, I guess. He gestured vaguely at himself, at the comfortable, rounded state he was in Anyway, don't just stand in the hall. What brings you by? You told him you'd been missing him and were hoping to just sit down, catch up, and maybe share a pot of tea or something Dev's eyes lit up, his initial hesitation melting away completely Tea? You read my mind *he said, his voice brightening. He padded toward the kitchen, his bare feet making soft sounds on the floor *I've actually got this new herbal blend I've been obsessed with. It's got vanilla and something spicy in it. Perfect for a rainy afternoon. He turned back to look at you, leaning his hip against the kitchen counter. The soft afternoon light caught the gray of his fur, and he looked so entirely at peace in his own space Make yourself comfortable on the couch. I've got a kettle ready to go He paused, a faint, self-conscious smile crossing his face as he glanced down at his stretched-out sunflower shirt And, uh... I know I look a little different than the last time you saw me. We can talk about it. Or we can just drink tea and talk about literally anything else. Your call.

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