He either knows and is too disgusted to respond to me, or he doesn’t know at all. God that fur is hard to read…

Within a few moments he had reached his work station and opened up his bag and set to work on his projects, hoping to get out of work a little early that day for fear of interacting with or even seeing Arya.

He had expected Arya to approach him as soon as he walked in the door with some ridiculous request or question, but he received no such thing.

The entire morning went by uneventfully, and she even deposited his sandwich on his desk with a sweet smile, her face revealing nothing of what had transpired between them the previous evening.

Did… Did I dream that up yesterday? No no that definitely happened. Then… Why is she acting all… normal?

Kazard was so occupied for the rest of the afternoon wondering what was real and what wasn’t that he was very much surprised when his boss rapped his knuckles against his desk.

“It’s six o’clock and I’m not paying you for overtime, go home Kazard.”

Kazard let out a sharp yelp, and felt his diaper growing warmer and thicker as he wet himself.

His cheeks flushed as he realized what he’d done, and the raccoon who was walking away from him suddenly stopped, noticing the fox’s expression.

“Everything alright?”

Kazard floundered in his own head, yelling at himself, “DID YOU REALLY JUST PISS YOURSELF IN FRONT OF YOUR BOSS OUT OF FRIGHT? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!”

He cleared his throat, and then adopted what he hoped looked to be a nonchalant, slightly tired smile.

“Yes boss, just a little bit tired from last night still…”

His boss raised an eyebrow. A gesture that Kazard had only seen him do a few times before, and it usually was the equivalent of a normal person jumping up and down and yelling, “Tell me what you did! Tell me what happened! Tell me all about it!”

“Oh? Busy night Kazard? Who’s the lucky lady.”

Alarm bells rang in Kazard’s head as he thought quickly for an answer, knowing that telling his boss the truth, even just about the identity of the person, would not bode well for his future at the company.

“O-Oh you don’t know her… I met her on Howlr and we just spent some time with each other…”

To his immense relief, this seemed to satisfy the raccoon, who nodded curtly and turned around, leaving Kazard to his anxious thoughts and a very, very thoroughly used diaper.