Crossing a Line

Jacota was wandering around in his dog form, which he did a lot. It was a habit from his time as a street dog, when he had to change the place to sleep two or three times a night in case he was attacked. By people, other dogs or rats, who knew.
Even now he was yawning a bit, his eyes a bit blurry. Jacota couldn't sleep properly in his dorm room, and thus he usually just ended up teleporting out of his room and walking around the island, taking naps here and there. This night had been no different. The sun had risen and Jacota had been out of his nightmare form for a while now, and he felt tired.
The shifter tags around Jacota's neck were buried under his thick fur and the people he came across looked at him a bit longer, thinking a dog was just casually wandering around the campus. And Jacota tried his best to avoid eye contact with anyone.

Jacota sniffed around, looking for food scraps out of habit again. He didn't need to anymore, but it was a habit. He couldn't help it.
Jacota circled behind the school, and though he was bad at following the time Jacota had made the effort of trying to remember to always show on his first class. He liked learning, he liked when he did something well and was praised. Though he tried not to show it.
Suddenly Jacota sniffed something familiar and noticed a person sitting on a bench. If Jacota remembered right the boy was in remedial classes as well. But Jacota wasn't good at remembering names so he couldn't bring it to his mind.
Jacota jogged closer, sniffing of the boy had food. He didn't sniff anything and Jacota was about to turn away. But he saw the boy's face, and his mind felt a bit muddled. Like a bucket of mud water had been thrown on his thoughts. It was something about the boy's expression, and it made it hard for Jacota to leave.
Jacota whined a bit to himself, and went to sit couple of meters to the right from the bench. He kept glancing at the boy, wondering if he should talk to him or not.

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Jacota jumped a bit when the boy called him, and with his name no less. Jacota looked at the boy carefully, what had he meant he couldn't-?
Suddenly Jacota remembered. This boy was blind, so naturally he couldn't see Jacota. Jacota had never met a blind person before. Anything blind nearly always died on the streets.
Jacota shuffled a bit closer to the bench and huffed.
"You don't need to be able to speak dog. I speak people."
Jacota looked around nervously and set his chin on the bench.
"Why do you know my name?"

Jacota's ears pressed down a bit. This boy knew his name, and that theu both went to remedial. Jacota felt a bit bad he didn't know anything about this boy. He barely remembered they were both in remedial but nothing else. It was weird, when you had to remember people's names. Jacota hadn't had to do that in many years.
Jacota flinched when the boy said that it was a bit scary to be a talking dog. That hurt Jacota on some level, since he was struggling with the fact whether he was more dog or a person. He whined a bit.
"I'm in remedial. I don't know anything and they teach me how to be people."

The grin the boy sent at Jacota made his tail wag just a bit, though Jacota didn't notice. But even though the boy grinned Jacota still felt muddled. Jacota also noticed the boy didn't like him being so near so Jacota moved away a bit.
"...nothing. I was looking for food."
Though it didn't explain why Jacota has sat near the boy. But Jacota didn't really have guts to say he wanted to know what was bothering the boy. Not yet.
"I don't know your name."

Jacota's tail kept wagging slightly outside his will when the boy smiled more. Jacota felt like he was doing something right, although he didn't know what. Had Jacota been wrong? Was the boy actually fine? Somehow Jacota didn't think so but his instincts, although rarely, could be wrong.
Jacota huffed a bit when the boy answered him, Jacota felt better now that it seemed that the boy didn't dislike him. And somehow it felt good that someone was in a similar situation.
"I worry about dying, and others. I don't worry about being people. What have you learned?"

Jacota shook his head when the boy offered to get him something, although he thought it was quite friendly from him to offer to do something like that. Then Jacota realized the boy couldn't see and felt bad for just shaking his head.
"N-no. I will eat food I find myself. But thank you."
Jacota huffed and sat a bit straighter, his street dog pride rising up a bit.
Jacota's tail wagged just a bit when the boy introduced himself as Sam, or Sammy. Jacota tilted his head, what should he call the boy? Sam or Sammy?
"I...should I call you...Samy?"

Jacota started panting a bit as the boy spoke, the air was slowly getting warmer as the sun climbed higher. The summer had been rough on Jacota, who preferred to be in his dog form with thick fur. But Jacota felt safer as a dog.
"They told me that I can't bite people if they touch me suddenly, or that I don't need to scavenge for food. I don't bite people anymore."
Jacota tried to sound normal, but he was a bit proud of himself and his tail wagged a bit at his statement. But his ears pressed down after, and he observed the boy carefully.
"...you're not mean."

Jacota panted a bit wider when the boy smiled, so it looked like he was smiling too. Jacota could feel himself becoming less muddled and he inched a bit to the side so he sat more in front of the boy.
"Sammy."
Jacota said and his tail wagged a bit. Sammy sounded nice, it sounded soft and like it would jump up high. Jacota knew that didn't make any sense but oh well. When Sammy asked, if he could pet Jacota he nodded a bit.
"You can pet me."
Jacota lowered his head a bit so it was closer to Sammy and easier to reach.