Fandom Island and Town

Hands! Evan had hands again! It had happened with little fanfare and in the most boring way possible, which suited him just fine. He'd gone to sleep last night curled up under his nice cozy bedsheets with OL and Ozzy at the foot of his bed sleeping the way normal dogs and dinosaurs do, and he'd woken up this morning, naked but at least covered, completely back to normal.

Having stretchy arms meant that he hadn't even had to worry about trying to get his pants from across the room without potentially losing his bedsheet in front of his roomie.

So he was finally back to work, feeling much better in his old skin and quite happily embracing everything from opposable thumbs to actually being kind of tall for his age to not being a dog, all while dusting the bookshelves and making certain that everything was in proper working order.

Old Lace was there too, entertaining herself with an empty box that a new shipment had arrived in. Evan would tell anybody around that she was just helping him with his job by breaking the box down for recycling later, but to the untrained eye, it probably just looked more like she was chewing it to bits. An easy mistake to make, yes.

[Open, and flying without OCD today!]