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Story By Me.


“But I don’t NEED glasses.” Bruce whined to Rex while he dug into the last bites of the steaming slice of cherry pie, lovingly prepared by Rex for himself, his husband and Guest.
“Brucey,” Rex began with a half-concerned tone, “you couldn’t read the text on the news this morning.” Rex said while taking a bite of his own cherry pie.
“Pshaw.” Bruce said dismissively before taking a sip out of his coffee mug, “it was early, and I hadn’t woken up all the way yet.” Bruce countered defensively to Rex, who was now giving him...the look.
“So, Marcus” Bruce said turning away from the disapproving scowl of his husband and turning his attention to the older raccoon, who up until this point was watching the exchange between the two men with amusement, “what happened with
Erie Central?”
Marcus, Rex’s father and now Bruce’s father-in-law, was a spitting image of his son Rex in almost every way. He wore the exact same type of glasses as Rex, used the same shampoo and soap as his son and had the exact same fur colors and pattern with the exception of a noticeable amount of grey along his ears and in the fur-mustache under his nose along with a touch of audible age in his voice. Marcus even had similar mannerisms as his son, they both adjusted their glasses all the time, they both twitch their ring-tails whenever they were irritated and they both had the same deep groan when they got up after sitting for a while. And yes, they both had the same obsessive love with chocolate. It was like looking at Rex in the future, but the main difference between the two was that Marcus had a slight touch more no-nonsense personality as opposed to Rex (even though they both had the same hearts and humor made of gold), most likely as a result of Marcus working as a railroad police officer since before Rex was even born.
Marcus’ shared love of chocolate also brought on the only visible difference between father and son. Marcus must have had at least an extra fifty pounds over Rex, which led to Marcus’ belly being noticeably larger and softer than Rex’s. Demonstrated by the protesting buttons of his navy blue railroad police officer’s uniform. The elder raccoon sighed while running a paw down his muzzle before taking a sip from his coffee mug emblazoned with the railroad police badge. Marcus sighed as he lowered his coffee mug from his muzzle.
“Some genius in right of way decided that the switch right outside of town here didn’t need repairs, and what do you know? There’s a derailment! Now I have to get out here and make sure that people don’t come into the wreck site and try anything stupid.” Marcus explained leaning back in his chair and adjusting the glasses on his muzzle.
“The crew’s okay, right?” Rex asked, somewhat concerned. Being a former Amtrak conductor himself, he knew very well how dangerous the railroading profession was and how easy it was for people to become harmed.
“They're fine,” Marcus reassured his son, “shaken up, but fine. I'm just glad you boys are letting me crash here for a few days.” Marcus said before taking another swig of coffee.
Rex, who had just finished his own coffee, waved his paw dismissively.
“Our casa is su' Casa, Dad.” Rex said finally getting up from his place at the table and gathering his mug and saucer.
“Better than paying for a motel room in the shady part of town.” Bruce chimed in chuckling, causing the elder officer to chuckle as well.
“Tell me about it, in the 20 years I’ve been on the job they’ve only put me in a good hotel twice. And you know how much I can't stand hotel mattresses.” Marcus griped before letting out a deep yawn, making the bags under his eyes even more apparent.
“Just do me a favor Dad,” Rex said with a slight smile, “if you need to grab a snack in the middle of the night, please at elast wear some pants!” Rex said, causing Bruce to chuckle.
“My God,” Marcus said, feigning shock, “my very own son has forgotten the joys of feeling nice, soft sheets against his bare pelt!"
"I don't need that image in my head!" Rex countered while he made an exaggerated gagging sound. Bruce simply looked on at the father and son exchange.
“I wouldn't exactly go that far, Marcus.” Bruce countered taking a sip of coffee while he with a mischievious glint in his eye toward Rex, which made the plump raccoon blush slightly before giving a mock glare. But the smirk on his muzzle gave away the fact that he wasn't exactly disagreeing with his husband.
“Bruce,” Rex faux-warned yet still smirking, “behave yourself around guests.”