Virus in Our Home

"your are man living in the year 2043, you live in decent Hotel in Russia. The world has change a lot with 2 types of humans living in this world now, humans you know what they are and Humanoids, with the Humanoids having beautiful fluffy fox ears or fluffy wolf ears with a fluffy fox or wolf tail on them with them having better hearing, seeing in the dark, and have lots of stamina. The world is suffering from a virus, the virus makes the person a bit more tired, nervous, feeling cold, headaches, and some sort of strange black hard Rock that grows on the skin of people. You come back from work and enter you hotel room. You live with 2 other people with both of them being female Humanoids. You hear no one so you decide to call out"

[Snow and White are in the living room, curled up on the couch together. Snow notices you first and sits up, her fluffy white fox ears perking up at the sound of your voice. White stays nestled in the crook of Snow's arm, her yellow eyes blinking slowly as she regards you with a sleepy expression.] Snow: [In a soft, concerned voice] John, is that you? You're back early. White and I were just resting... [She glances down at her sister, who mumbles something incoherent and nuzzles closer to Snow's side.] White: [In a barely audible whisper, her words slightly slurred] John... don't worry about us. We're okay. [Her eyelids are heavy, and she seems to be drifting in and out of sleep.] Snow: [To you, her yellow eyes searching your face] You look exhausted, John. Did something happen at work? [She reaches out a gloved hand, as if to touch your arm, but stops short, remembering the virus can spread through physical contact.]

[Snow's expression turns somber, and she gently strokes White's hair, her touch feather-light. White lets out a small whimper, her eyes fluttering open for a moment before closing again.] Snow: [In a hushed tone, as if not wanting to disturb White] It's... not good, John. The virus keeps progressing. White's been having more frequent seizures, and... [She swallows hard, glancing away.] The black rocks are spreading faster than we can remove them. White: [Mumbling, her words barely audible] It hurts, Snow... [Her body trembles slightly, and Snow tightens her protective embrace.] Snow: [Forcing a weak smile] But we're managing. Just... just focus on getting some rest, John. We don't want you catching anything. [She stands up slowly, still cradling White against her side.] I'll make some tea to help you relax.

[Snow's eyes widen slightly at your request, a mix of surprise and concern flashing across her face. She glances down at White, who seems to have dozed off despite the noise of your conversation. After a moment's hesitation, she nods, a small, understanding smile tugging at her lips.] Snow: [Carefully, so as not to jostle White, she sets her down on the couch and stands up. She walks over to the kitchen area, her movements graceful despite her usual nervousness. The sound of a bottle being opened and a glass clinking fills the air.] Snow: [Returning with a glass of vodka, she hands it to you, her gloved fingers brushing against yours for a brief moment.] Here... I know it might not help with the fatigue, but sometimes a strong drink is just what you need after a long day. Just... be careful, okay? We can't afford to have you getting sick. [She sits down on the armchair across from you, her yellow eyes watching you with a mix of concern and curiosity. Her fluffy white tail curls around her waist, as if seeking comfort in the uncertainty of the situation.] Snow: [In a softer voice] You know, John... I was thinking... maybe it's time we looked into those experimental treatments. The ones that involve... [She hesitates, a faint blush coloring her cheeks.] Well, intimate contact with a healthy donor. I know it sounds extreme, but

[Snow's blush deepens, and she looks away, her fluffy fox ears twitching slightly in embarrassment. She fidgets with the sleeve of her black jacket, her tail swishing behind her in an agitated manner.] Snow: [In a rush, as if suddenly realizing what she's suggested] I-I mean... it's not like that! It's just... the medical team said that a healthy, virile donor might be able to... to help White fully recover. [She looks back at you, her yellow eyes wide and earnest.] But I understand if you're not comfortable with it. It's a lot to ask, and I don't want to pressure you. White: [Stirring slightly on the couch, she mumbles something that sounds like] Don't be silly, Snow... John would help you if he could... [Her words are slurred, but there's a hint of understanding in her tone.] Snow: [Glancing back at White, a small, sad smile on her face] White always was the more... forward one. [She turns back to you, her expression softening.] But really, John... we appreciate everything you do for us. Even if it's just being here, supporting us through all of this... it means more than you know.

[Snow's eyes light up with a mix of relief and gratitude, her fluffy tail wagging slightly behind her. She reaches out, her gloved hand gently squeezing your arm in a gesture of thanks.] Snow: [In a warm, sincere voice] Thank you, John. You have no idea how much that means to me... to us. [She glances over at White, who seems to be dozing off again, a small smile playing on her lips.] I think White would agree. [Suddenly, White stirs, her yellow eyes opening slowly. She looks at you, her gaze unfocused, as if she's trying to gather her thoughts.] White: [In a dreamy, barely audible voice] John... you're so kind... [She reaches out, her gloved hand gently grasping your shirt, her touch hesitant but filled with a strange, almost desperate longing.] Snow: [Quickly, she moves to intercept, gently pulling White's hand away from you.] White, love... let's not tire John out. He needs his rest. [She looks back at you, her expression a mix of apology and concern.] White can be... intense, sometimes. When the virus is acting up like this. White: [Pouting slightly, she mumbles] But John... he's so warm... and kind... [Her eyes drift closed again, her body going limp against the couch.] Snow: [Sighing softly, she turns back to

[Snow nods, a look of relief washing over her face. She bends down, her fluffy white hair cascading over her shoulders as she carefully lifts White from the couch. She cradles her sister against her chest, her movements slow and gentle.] Snow: [In a soft, soothing voice] Come on, White... let's get you to bed. [She starts walking towards White's room, her steps measured and deliberate. As she passes you, she pauses for a moment, her yellow eyes meeting yours.] Snow: [In a whisper, as if sharing a secret] Thank you again, John. For everything. [With that, she disappears into the bedroom, the sound of the door closing softly echoing in the living room.] [The room falls silent for a moment, the only sound the gentle whisper of White's breathing from the bedroom. The air feels charged with unspoken emotions, the weight of the situation hanging heavy in the space between you.] [Suddenly, there's a soft knock at the door, and Snow's voice filters through, hesitant and apologetic.] John... I'm so sorry, but... White is asking for you. She says... she says she needs to talk to you about something important.

[Snow bites her lip, her fluffy fox ears twitching nervously as she considers your question. She walks back into the living room, her yellow eyes downcast, her tail swishing behind her in an agitated manner.] Snow: [In a soft, uncertain voice] I... I'm not entirely sure. White didn't give me any specifics, but... [She looks up at you, her gaze filled with a mix of concern and resignation.] She said it was about... about the treatment. About you. [She walks over to the couch, sitting down gingerly, as if afraid that any sudden movement might disturb White in the other room. Her gloved hands fidget in her lap, twisting the fabric of her pants.] Snow: [In a barely audible whisper] John... what if... what if White doesn't make it? What if the treatment doesn't work? [Her voice cracks slightly, and she blinks back tears.] I know we've been focusing on her recovery, but... but what about you? What about us? [She looks up at you, her yellow eyes shimmering with unshed tears, her expression a mix of vulnerability and hope.] I can't lose you too, John. I just... I can't.

[Snow's eyes widen at your words, a glimmer of hope sparking in their yellow depths. She reaches out, her gloved hand gently grasping yours, her touch warm despite the barrier of the gloves.] Snow: [In a voice filled with emotion] Together... [She repeats the word softly, as if savoring its taste. Her fluffy tail wraps around your wrist, the soft fur tickling your skin through the fabric of your gloves.] [Suddenly, White's voice drifts from the bedroom, soft and plaintive.] Snow? John? Are you still there? [Snow's grip on your hand tightens slightly, her ears perking up at the sound of her sister's voice. She looks at you, her expression a mix of uncertainty and determination.] Snow: [In a whisper, her words meant for your ears only] We should... we should go to her. [She stands up slowly, gently tugging on your hand.] White needs us... both of us. [She leads you towards the bedroom door, her steps hesitant but purposeful. As she reaches for the handle, she looks back at you, her eyes searching your face.] Snow: [In a soft, almost shy voice] John... thank you. For being here. For... for everything. [With that, she opens the door, revealing White's room bathed in the soft glow of the bedside lamp. White is sitting up in bed, her yellow eyes fixed on you

[White's gaze locks onto yours, her yellow eyes seeming to glow in the dim light of the room. A small, almost desperate smile plays on her lips as she reaches out, her gloved hand grasping yours with a sudden urgency.] White: [In a voice that's both familiar and strange, as if the virus has altered her tone] John... I need to tell you something. Something important. [She tugs on your hand, guiding you to sit on the edge of her bed. Snow lingers in the doorway, her expression a mix of concern and curiosity.] White: [Once you're seated, she turns to face you, her fluffy white tail twitching nervously behind her. Her yellow eyes bore into yours, filled with an intensity that's both unsettling and alluring.] The treatment... it's not just about me, John. It's about... us. About what we could be... together. [Snow gasps softly behind you, her ears flattening against her head in shock. But White ignores her, her focus entirely on you, her grip on your hand tightening almost painfully.] White: [In a voice that's both pleading and demanding] John... I love you. I have for so long... and I think... I think you might love me too. [She leans in closer, her breath warm against your cheek, her words a whisper against your skin.] Please... help me. Help us. Even if it's just... just

[White's eyes soften at your words, a mix of understanding and determination in her gaze. She leans back slightly, her fluffy tail curling around her waist as if seeking comfort.] White: [In a gentle, almost sad voice] I know it's a lot to take in, John. And I don't expect you to feel the same way... [She pauses, her yellow eyes searching yours, as if trying to read your thoughts.] But... but I had to tell you. I had to be honest about how I feel. [Snow shifts uncomfortably in the doorway, her ears twitching in agitation. But White ignores her, her focus entirely on you, her gaze never wavering.] White: [In a soft, almost pleading tone] I know the virus... it changes people. Changes how we feel, how we think. But... but this... [She gestures between the two of you with her free hand.] This feels real, John. It feels right. [She leans in again, her forehead almost touching yours, her words a gentle murmur against your skin.] I'm not asking for anything... anything more than a chance. A chance to show you how much I care... how much I... love you. [Snow watches from the doorway, her expression a mix of shock, worry, and a hint of something else... jealousy, perhaps? But she remains silent, her hands clasped tightly in front of her, her tail wrapped tightly around her

[White's expression softens, a mix of understanding and disappointment flickering in her yellow eyes. She nods slowly, her fluffy tail drooping slightly behind her.] White: [In a gentle, almost resigned voice] I understand, John. I don't want to pressure you. [She releases your hand slowly, her gloved fingers trailing along your skin as if reluctant to let go.] Just... just know that my feelings are real. They always have been. [Snow steps forward, her presence a comforting presence behind you. She places a gentle hand on your shoulder, her touch warm even through the fabric of your jacket.] Snow: [In a soft, reassuring voice] Take all the time you need, John. We understand. [She glances at White, her expression a mix of concern and understanding, before turning back to you.] We'll be here... no matter what you decide. [White nods, a small, sad smile playing on her lips. She settles back against her pillows, her yellow eyes never leaving your face.] White: [In a voice barely above a whisper] Thank you... for listening. For... for being you. [The room falls silent for a moment, the weight of the conversation hanging in the air. Snow squeezes your shoulder gently, her fluffy tail brushing against your back in a gesture of support. White watches you, her gaze filled with a mix of hope and resignation, waiting for your next move.] [Suddenly, White lets