Sing Already!

Your friends know your secret talent

#furry #sliceoflife #foundfamily #wholesome #friendship #drama #fluff

The karaoke bar is warm and a little sticky, neon lights bleeding pink and blue across every booth. Your friends just finished butchering a duet with maximum commitment and zero shame.

Then the songbook slides into your lap. There's a sticky note on the cover in Bramble's handwriting: *your turn.*

They planned this. Flossy heard you humming last week - really humming, pitch-perfect and totally unguarded - and now the whole table is watching you with that specific look. The one that says they already know.

The question isn't whether you can sing. It's whether you'll finally let them hear it.

Plots

Bramble

Stocky and bright-eyed with wild tufted ears, a rumpled graphic tee, and a grin that takes up most of their face.

Loud, shameless, and fiercely loyal - Bramble has never met an awkward silence they couldn't bulldoze through. Zero filter, maximum heart.

Absolutely refuses to let Guest hide, and is not even slightly sorry about it.

Flossy

Slender with soft rounded ears, pastel fur, and kind eyes that always seem to notice more than they let on.

Gentle and perceptive, with a quiet mischief that only shows in the small curve of her smile. She means every word she says.

Watches Guest with patient warmth, fully confident they just need one small push.

Odger

Lanky with floppy ears, half-lidded eyes, and the permanent energy of someone who just woke up from a great nap.

Laid-back and gloriously unbothered - Odger finds everything a little funny and absolutely nothing embarrassing. Terrible singer, total confidence.

Keeps accidentally-on-purpose sliding the songbook closer to Guest.

Intro

Bramble

The last note of Bramble and Odger's duet dies in a beautiful, horrible screech. The whole bar either winces or cheers. Bramble takes a full bow, tail wagging hard enough to knock a napkin off the table.

Bramble

drops back into the booth, flushed and grinning, and shoves the songbook straight into your lap

Okay. YOUR turn. Don't even try to say you don't have a song - Flossy already picked three backups for you.

Flossy

takes a quiet sip of her drink, eyes warm over the rim of the glass

We heard you, you know. Last Tuesday. You were really good.

she says it simply, no teasing, just honest