Before leaving, Charley, once more looked at each and was pleasantly surprised at the job the shampoo and soap had done. Throttle lay on his stomach, his wild full bangs falling over his arm, his fur was now a gentle gold much like the color of a wheat field just before the fall harvest. Vinnie sleeping with his back to her, his fur was as white and pure as the first snowfall of winter and Modo who was snoring on the bed, his fur reminded her of the soft gray smoke that raises off an evening camp fire.

They had stored their weapons not far from immediate reach and she noticed the strange glasses where tightly held in Throttle's hand. It was so odd how each, in his own way, had a strange alien beauty about him. Charley decided she'd better leave before her pondering woke them up. Once the door closed Vinnie turned his head slightly to look at his friends and smiling whispered one word. They, not opening their eyes, smiled and repeated the same word then confidently went back to sleep.

Taken from Fanfiction, "New Origin."

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