collaredexperimentation:

 -Nervous sweating, mostly from not understanding what sedative, ether, or chloroform was.

Also hinting that sedative was injected easily made his fur stand on end, and his fingers twitch-

NO SYRINGES

-Was shrieked, pupils dilating and a small amount of shaking. Being one of his triggers he didn’t like the mention at all. Though he tried to bring himself back, the corner of his lips twitching as the topic was changed, ever so slightly away from that small mentioning.-

Uh…

I hate to tell you this?

It’s completely Legal in my zone. It’s Not called anything other than assault on private property, I’m an Object here and I am to be seen as Such. At most its like he punched a vase and only left a small crack in it.

That rule doesn’t Apply where I live. And I have No complaints to it, nor do i have any right to speak up for my behalf, which I do not want to do in the first place.

He was the one to Punch. And my Friend, Out of rage was after Him, Though I tried to stop here and resulted in scratches.

It’s nothing.

And you can think of me being a torn shirt if you want. I really don’t mind.

“And I hate to tell you this but as long as you’re a living, breathing being, it’s called assault and it’s illegal. No matter what ‘zone’ you’re in. I don’t care what kind of world you’re from, if you have independent thought, then you’re not an object.”

Now Rebecca was starting to look very worried, putting a gentle hand on top of Heat’s head.

“And this is coming from the girl who has a floating snowflake as a friend. If you were an object, you would not be talking, breathing or have a pulse.”