#cg! Professor Ratigan

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Cg! Professor Ratigan mood/outfitboard

This is my first time making an agere mood/outfitboard for Cg

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Hi 🙋‍♀️

How are you doing ?

I have a request- fandom : Disney’s the great mouse detective

Characters : Cg! Professor Ratigan & Little! Basil { infant/ baby age }

Little info : Basil is someone who would bottling up their regression to functions on his job or other "important " things unfortunately resulting in him involuntarily regressing in bad timings.

Story : Basil was involuntarily slipping while having a fight/argument with Ratigan, he noticed it right away and tried to pause the fight & take care of the little detective dispirited Basil protesting (involving biting). After the fit eased off, Ratigan was now comforting a now regressed Basil in his arms.

{ sorry if it’s too long, & take your time with it }, please ? 🥺

Ok, so first of all, I am so, so sorry for taking forever to finish this and I can’t thank you enough for your patience. Between work and sickness, the past month has been crazy. However, I hope you liked the finished product. It’s actually on of the longest request fics I’ve done at nearly 2000 words, so hopefully that makes up for the delay :)

Again, Thank you so much for your request and patience, and sorry for the wait! PS, I hope the characterizations are okay; I haven’t watched the movie in a hot minute! Also, it takes place in a post movie AU in which Ratigan lives and now he and Basil have a love-hate relationship. Enjoy!

SFW AGE REGRESSION FIC. DNI IF NSFW, KINK, PROSHIP, OR SIMILAR. DO NOT REPOST TO OTHER SITES.

Title: The Little Mouse Detective

Pairing: Little! Basil & CG! Professor Ratigan

Description: Basil, yet again, has been working too hard. Work has to come before his personal time, after all. Unfortunately, Professor Ratigan does not share his sentiment, especially after seeing how badly a case has worn the poor mouse out. (Takes place in a post-movie AU, in which Ratigan lives)

Word count: 1968

The Little Mouse Detective

Work came before regression.  That had been Basil’s rule since the beginning.

He had to put his work, his cases before his personal comfort sometimes.  Because sometimes their lives were on the line; he just couldn’t fathom being selfish enough to put his enjoyment above that!

However, while he had maintained that simple rule for himself since he began his work as a detective, admittedly circumstances had changed.  Namely being the presence of Professor Ratigan.

Ever since their confrontation at Big Ben, the two had reconciled.  Instead of allowing the professor to fall off the clock’s immeasurable heights, Basil had pulled him to safety, and thus the rivalry had changed.  Instead of sworn nemesis, they had an odd partnership.  Ratigan would occasionally show up or even work the cases alongside Basil.  

In some ways, this was a grand improvement over their previously perilous adventures together.  As long as Basil didn’t interfere with Raigan’s business, then the rat would offer his personal perspective and advice on the cases.  But on the other hand…

Unfortunately, Professor Ratigen did not share Basil’s sentiment of ‘work-life-balance-which-really-means-only-working.’  

“You should take a rest,” the professor would always note when he saw him scrubbing his eyes sleepily.  But Basil would never relent, even when his mind was far too foggy to make proper progress on his work.

“You are looking rather weary.  How are you supposed to keep up with me if you are in such a state?” Professor Ratigen would say after a long, tiring, and tough case.  “I’m fine,” Basil would always reply tersely, even when his emotions were running high and his exhaustion left him ready to cry.

Basil shook away his irritation, trying hard to refocus on his work.  Even if Ratigan doesn’t understand nor approve, I have more important things to worry about!  I can rest later.

He gazed upon his endless notes, determined to solve this case before taking any more personal time.  This was just too high-stakes to fathom taking a break!  A family of mice had their entire family fortune stolen–and they were counting on him to find it!  

His scatter-brained mind and strained eyes absorbed as much information as they could, staring at the papers strewn across the desk.  Even if his thoughts were only running at half their usual speed, something was far better than nothing.

Even as the night sky and its moon shooed away the sun, Basil did not take its invitation to rest.  Though the sun had long since set, though his whiskers and ears drooped with exhaustion, he did not allow himself to be deterred.

He didn’t bother looking up when the door opened and the familiar footsteps of Professor Ratigen filled the room.

“Working late again, Basil?” the rat noted.

“Mhm,” the mouse nodded without looking over.  His voice was small and tired when he responded.  “And what are you doing here?”

“I was in the neighborhood and thought I’d drop by,” Ratigan replied.  “Though I presumed you would be enjoying yourself and not working so late again.”

“This is important work,” Basil argued, beginning to nibble on his finger restlessly.

I have to finish this, Basil thought, despite the anxious, exhaustion pulling at his mind.  Truthfully, he wanted nothing more than to curl into a ball, and rest.  Maybe gather a few small toys to keep himself busy, have a snack before tucking into bed for the night–

“You live to work, don’t you?” Ratigan huffed in disapproval.  “This is why I get goons to do my dirty work, you know.  So I can have time to relax.”

“Well unfortunately, I don’t have goons,” Basil huffed, feeling his temper rise.  

Ordinarily, he could keep a level head, but between his fatigue, cloudy mind, and Ratigan’s repeated insistence, he could feel his ire rising.  The urge to stomp his foot on the ground like a much younger child was high, though he resisted the temptation.  The last thing he needed was to give Ratigan another excuse as to why he should take a break.

“Perhaps you should find some,” the professor mused, “then you could afford some time off.  Though, finding some intelligent enough to connect the dots as you do might prove difficult.”

“Exactly.  I must do it myself, and will continue to do so,” Basil huffed, “so if you don’t mind I should like to get back to work.”

Professor Ratigan went silent for a moment, and the young mouse naively believed he had won the subtle argument.  However, much to his misfortune, Ratigan was not ready to put the issue to rest.

“Really, I don’t think it is wise for you to sacrifice your health when you are so obviously worn out–” Ratigan began, but Basil was quick to cut him off.

“I’m fine!” his voice came out harsh, frustrated, and childishly insisted.  “Leave me alone!”

Ratigan stared at him for a long moment, the silence stretching between them as Basil turned away again to focus on his writings.  However, as he re-read them for the tenth time that evening, the paper was abruptly snatched away from him by Ratigan.

“Give it back!” Basil cried, jumping up and trying to retrieve his notes.

“You may have them back tomorrow,” Ratigan replied curtly.  Basil didn’t take his insistence well.

“I won’t!  I want them back now!”

Much to Basil’s chagrin, he could feel his words become watery and slurred.  Not now, he lectured himself.  Taking care of this mouse family was far more important than whatever his brain was trying to do.  Nevermind its desire for peace and rest–that could wait until later.

Basil, being so much smaller than Professor Ratigan, struggled and failed to retrieve his papers as they were tucked neatly into one of his suit pockets.  Despite his growing hysteria as he clawed at the man’s shirt in vain attempts to find them, Ratigan remained mostly calm.  He stared down at his once-arch-nemesis with furrowed eyes, analyzing his every sluggish and uncoordinated movement.

“Give it back!” Basil tried to yell, but instead fat tears rolled down his cheeks to display his irritation.

“Not right now,” Ratigan replied coolly.  “For now, you will rest and take care of yourself for once.  If you have any plans on stopping my schemes or someone else’s, then you must be at the right mental capacity for it.  You will rest.”

“No I won’t,” Basil argued, this time not resisting the urge to stomp his foot on the ground.  

When Ratigan’s infuriatingly calm expression did not change, only looking concerned and curious, Basil collapsed to the ground in utter bitterness.  He flopped over and scowled deeply while his watery eyes leaked more tears down his face.  He wanted to lecture himself over his weakness; his face dragged down by exhaustion mixed with this display of emotion must look positively pathetic to Ratigan.  However, Basil could not find the words nor the motivation, his focus narrowed to the fact that he hadn’t gotten his way.

Initially, Ratigan did not move.  Standing over the mouse detective’s wilted form, he wanted a long moment for him to bounce back to his normal self.  After all, Basil was never one to take defeat, especially not in such an emotional manner.  That being said, it didn’t take a genius to reason that he had overworked himself to an extreme yet again.  It had undoubtedly worn down on him, and these were clearly signs he had regressed–something Ratigan had not witnessed him do for quite some time.

Ratigan kept his tone even and neutral as he leaned closer to the mouse, “don’t you see that you need a rest?  Let me help you to your bed and–”

“No!” Basil whined as Ratigan tried to pull him to his feet.  Frightened and offended by the sudden touch, he did the only thing he could think of: sinking his sharp teeth into the professor’s hand, which had grabbed his forearm.

Ratigan hissed in surprise as the young mouse bit him, and he fought to keep his own feelings under control.  Normally, he would not tolerate such an attack, but reminding himself of Basil’s current mental state, he kept his cool.

Carefully and wincing, he pried Basil’s jaw open.  Only for it to snap closed again the moment he attempted to pull his hand out of his mouth.

“Basil,” Ratigan muttered, tone even but serious.  He kept with his same statement, “you need to rest.”

“Noooo,” Basil whined between clenched teeth.  He tried to swat away Ratigan’s free hand, the one currently attempting to open his mouth, but his uncoordinated movements did nothing against the rat.

“Rest,” Ratigan repeated.  “You have worked hard and done well, but at the expense of your own health.  We can discuss a plan for your future work schedule another time; now is not the moment to debate it.  However, now is the time for you to calm yourself.”

Basil stared up at him, his eyes batting tearfully as he processed his words.  His body bounced with sobs.  His jaw gradually loosened, releasing poor Ratigan’s fingers from his powerful, toothy grip.

Cautiously, in case Basil decided to bite him again, the professor drew his fingers away from the mouse’s mouth.  Thankfully, no such attack occurred.  

Instead, Basil slumped over completely, giving up control over his enervated muscles.  Entirely limp, he curled into a miserable pile on the floor; and he looked perfectly miserable.  

The mouse whined quietly to himself.  His mind was far too drained to process any of the swarming feelings in the chest except for one: tired.

He forgot all about the work he was ‘supposed to’ be doing, solely focused on the concept of a nap.  To rest.

His subconscious argued otherwise, nagging at him to pull himself together; there were people who needed him for goodness sake…

But he couldn’t bear to do it.  He couldn’t bring himself to gather off the floor, to argue with Ratigan until he returned the papers, or to complete the heavy quest of returning his focus to the present moment.  His body and mind had betrayed him instead as they went completely slack and refused to move forward.

“Are you ready to rest then?” Ratigan inquired, taking in the sight of the detective.

It took several seconds for Basil to process what the words meant, then he gave a single, slow nod.  Rest.  Yes, please.

This time Ratigan was much more careful in his approach, kneeling beside Basil on the ground.  He waited a few seconds for signs of hostility, but was only met by extreme fatigue.  And, when the mouse gave no further responses, other than closing his eyes wearily, Ratigan dragged Basil into his arms.  He kept his movements slow and sure, just in case he startled him, but Basil seemed far too tired to care about anything he did.

“The floor is hardly the place to sleep,” Ratigan remarked.  “Perhaps it would be best if I took you to bed.”

Whatever Basil thought of the idea, he gave no indicative response.  He remained entirely limp, allowing himself to be lifted off the floor and against Professor Ratigan’s larger form.  Even if he did want to put up a fight, he would doubtfully do any good in his current state.

Not that he’s really ‘want’ to anyway.  Ratigan was surprisingly gentle and careful as he lifted him off the ground; an action he never would have imagined coming from his former enemy.  Basil even remained completely relaxed as he was carried out of his study, away from the work that had taunted his overworked mind for so long.

“That’s it; rest,” Ratigan’s voice rumbled through his half-asleep thoughts.  “Your work will be ready when you are.”

With that, Basil couldn’t fight off his sleep any longer and succumbed to its peaceful invitation.

[wolfy-star1401]

Day 2 : a character who you hc as a caregiver

Professor Ratigan {on the right} :

Spoiling you rotten

He‘s very strong ! So he can carry you on his hips

Very protective

Would put up a theatre show for you

Let you put stickers on his tail

You‘re allowed to pet his cat "Felicia"

Botticelli {on the left} :

Very big patient with you

Humming lullabies ! Since he had listened to humans singing that to their children. So he would do that to you

Would rest his hand on your shoulder for physical affection { inspired from @eflen-n-reegee }

His voice is very soothing when talking to you

You‘re making him very proud with anything you do

Both of their cases : the reason why I choose them is : when I rewatched those movies. I noticed in some of their scenes, I get those Cg vibes from them

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My second account @the-little-mouse-detective1401

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[wolfy-star1401]

Awww 🥰 sweet 💚💜✨🌟

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Basil's storytime

Idea from @wolfy-star1401

[wolfy-star1401]

*I tilt my head.*

"Bu...?"

*i say, curious...*

-🐁

Ratigan : *nuzzle his nose close to the young mouse‘s cheek*

But what, darling ? There’s not need to doubt yourself. *he said as he bounced the little one in his arms*

[wolfy-star1401]

(little grey mouse prev!!)

*I place my hands in your cheeks, squeezing them.*

"bababababa!"

*I babble, kneading(?) Your cheeks and giggling like crazy!!*

"U cute!"

*I say, excited!*

Ratigan : awww, that’s so sweet of you *nuzzle his nose close to you while petting your head*

You‘re very lovely, you know that, my dear ?

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[wolfy-star1401]

Mr Ratigan, Mr Ratigan...!!!

...

Hug?

*a little grey mouse, (me :3) extends his little arms towards you!!*

*Ratigan chuckles*

Oh of course, little one

*he says, as he picks you up in his arms letting you hug him*

Say what‘s brings you here, sweetheart ?

[wolfy-star1401]

A little agere edit out of boredom

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[wolfy-star1401]

Awww 🥰

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Baby Basil

idea from @wolfy-star1401

[wolfy-star1401]

Some agere fanfic Prompts I had in my mind :

Disney’s Pinoccio :

Pinocchio playing with little! John & kitty! Gideon with cg!Jiminy looking after them

"Honest" John & Gideon find out about y/n‘s regression { big brother John & giddy }

Playdate with little! Jiminy cricket

Cg! Y/N {or insert oc} comforting little! "Honest" John {with the help of Gideon (both regressed or not) } after he regressed from his fear of the Coachman

Little! HJ perform his own little theatre show for little! Y/N but his little kitty, giddy has other plans

The great mouse detective

Basil had bottled up his regression for a while now which resulted in him involuntary regressing in front of his nemesis " Professor Ratigan "

Baby! Basil & Cg! Ratigan playing " detective & criminal Mastermind " with of course, Basil as the detective & Ratigan as the criminal Mastermind { It’s a pretend game }

Little! Basil mess up an experiment which upsets him & Cg! Ratigan is trying to comfort him { idea from @sw124 }

Big brother! Fidget babysits Baby!Basil

Ratigan is stressed from work & little! Basil tries to comforting him

Part 2 ?

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[wolfy-star1401]

Characters Agere Headcanons :

- Professor Ratigan : Caregiver

- Basil of Baker Street : Age regressor

- Mouse king ( from Barbie in the Nutcracker ) : Flip

- Pimm the bat : sibling Cg

- " Honest " John worthington Foulfellow : Age regressor

- Gideon the Cat : kitten regressor

- Botticelli Remorso ( from the tale of despereaux movie ) : Caregiver

- Roscuro : Age regressior

- Rob/ Dr. Wrecker ( from the Amazing world of Gumball ) : Trauma Regressor

- Gumball : Toddler Regressor

- Darwin : kid Regressor

- Anais : big Sister Cg

- Mr. Small : Papa Cg

- Reformed! Jane Kangaroo ( from Horton hears a who ) : Mama Cg

[wolfy-star1401]

Trying to come up with some Cg! Professor Ratigan & Little! Basil

Or

Cg! Botticelli & Little! Roscuro contend

Does anyone have any idea ?

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[theogclownboy]

Professor Ratigan : *to all of the Cg and their little* Greetings there, may I and this little one join into your little get together, please ? *looks to Basil* come now, dear, say hello to these nice fellas.

Little! Basil : *clinged on Ratigan’s side* h-hi *quickly buried his face into his papa’s chest*

Professor Ratigan : *chuckles* my apologies, he’s very shy around new people

Ellie: well of course you both can join. *Bends down to speak with Basil* don't worry little one, my kiddo is quite shy to.

Zeek: *is clinging to Ellie's dress and does a small wave*

[nostalgiclittlespace]

Hi 🙋‍♀️

How are you doing ?

I have a request- fandom : Disney’s the great mouse detective

Characters : Cg! Professor Ratigan & Little! Basil { infant/ baby age }

Little info : Basil is someone who would bottling up their regression to functions on his job or other "important " things unfortunately resulting in him involuntarily regressing in bad timings.

Story : Basil was involuntarily slipping while having a fight/argument with Ratigan, he noticed it right away and tried to pause the fight & take care of the little detective dispirited Basil protesting (involving biting). After the fit eased off, Ratigan was now comforting a now regressed Basil in his arms.

{ sorry if it’s too long, & take your time with it }, please ? 🥺

Ok, so first of all, I am so, so sorry for taking forever to finish this and I can’t thank you enough for your patience. Between work and sickness, the past month has been crazy. However, I hope you liked the finished product. It’s actually on of the longest request fics I’ve done at nearly 2000 words, so hopefully that makes up for the delay :)

Again, Thank you so much for your request and patience, and sorry for the wait! PS, I hope the characterizations are okay; I haven’t watched the movie in a hot minute! Also, it takes place in a post movie AU in which Ratigan lives and now he and Basil have a love-hate relationship. Enjoy!

SFW AGE REGRESSION FIC. DNI IF NSFW, KINK, PROSHIP, OR SIMILAR. DO NOT REPOST TO OTHER SITES.

Title: The Little Mouse Detective

Pairing: Little! Basil & CG! Professor Ratigan

Description: Basil, yet again, has been working too hard. Work has to come before his personal time, after all. Unfortunately, Professor Ratigan does not share his sentiment, especially after seeing how badly a case has worn the poor mouse out. (Takes place in a post-movie AU, in which Ratigan lives)

Word count: 1968

The Little Mouse Detective

Work came before regression.  That had been Basil’s rule since the beginning.

He had to put his work, his cases before his personal comfort sometimes.  Because sometimes their lives were on the line; he just couldn’t fathom being selfish enough to put his enjoyment above that!

However, while he had maintained that simple rule for himself since he began his work as a detective, admittedly circumstances had changed.  Namely being the presence of Professor Ratigan.

Ever since their confrontation at Big Ben, the two had reconciled.  Instead of allowing the professor to fall off the clock’s immeasurable heights, Basil had pulled him to safety, and thus the rivalry had changed.  Instead of sworn nemesis, they had an odd partnership.  Ratigan would occasionally show up or even work the cases alongside Basil.  

In some ways, this was a grand improvement over their previously perilous adventures together.  As long as Basil didn’t interfere with Raigan’s business, then the rat would offer his personal perspective and advice on the cases.  But on the other hand…

Unfortunately, Professor Ratigen did not share Basil’s sentiment of ‘work-life-balance-which-really-means-only-working.’  

“You should take a rest,” the professor would always note when he saw him scrubbing his eyes sleepily.  But Basil would never relent, even when his mind was far too foggy to make proper progress on his work.

“You are looking rather weary.  How are you supposed to keep up with me if you are in such a state?” Professor Ratigen would say after a long, tiring, and tough case.  “I’m fine,” Basil would always reply tersely, even when his emotions were running high and his exhaustion left him ready to cry.

Basil shook away his irritation, trying hard to refocus on his work.  Even if Ratigan doesn’t understand nor approve, I have more important things to worry about!  I can rest later.

He gazed upon his endless notes, determined to solve this case before taking any more personal time.  This was just too high-stakes to fathom taking a break!  A family of mice had their entire family fortune stolen–and they were counting on him to find it!  

His scatter-brained mind and strained eyes absorbed as much information as they could, staring at the papers strewn across the desk.  Even if his thoughts were only running at half their usual speed, something was far better than nothing.

Even as the night sky and its moon shooed away the sun, Basil did not take its invitation to rest.  Though the sun had long since set, though his whiskers and ears drooped with exhaustion, he did not allow himself to be deterred.

He didn’t bother looking up when the door opened and the familiar footsteps of Professor Ratigen filled the room.

“Working late again, Basil?” the rat noted.

“Mhm,” the mouse nodded without looking over.  His voice was small and tired when he responded.  “And what are you doing here?”

“I was in the neighborhood and thought I’d drop by,” Ratigan replied.  “Though I presumed you would be enjoying yourself and not working so late again.”

“This is important work,” Basil argued, beginning to nibble on his finger restlessly.

I have to finish this, Basil thought, despite the anxious, exhaustion pulling at his mind.  Truthfully, he wanted nothing more than to curl into a ball, and rest.  Maybe gather a few small toys to keep himself busy, have a snack before tucking into bed for the night–

“You live to work, don’t you?” Ratigan huffed in disapproval.  “This is why I get goons to do my dirty work, you know.  So I can have time to relax.”

“Well unfortunately, I don’t have goons,” Basil huffed, feeling his temper rise.  

Ordinarily, he could keep a level head, but between his fatigue, cloudy mind, and Ratigan’s repeated insistence, he could feel his ire rising.  The urge to stomp his foot on the ground like a much younger child was high, though he resisted the temptation.  The last thing he needed was to give Ratigan another excuse as to why he should take a break.

“Perhaps you should find some,” the professor mused, “then you could afford some time off.  Though, finding some intelligent enough to connect the dots as you do might prove difficult.”

“Exactly.  I must do it myself, and will continue to do so,” Basil huffed, “so if you don’t mind I should like to get back to work.”

Professor Ratigan went silent for a moment, and the young mouse naively believed he had won the subtle argument.  However, much to his misfortune, Ratigan was not ready to put the issue to rest.

“Really, I don’t think it is wise for you to sacrifice your health when you are so obviously worn out–” Ratigan began, but Basil was quick to cut him off.

“I’m fine!” his voice came out harsh, frustrated, and childishly insisted.  “Leave me alone!”

Ratigan stared at him for a long moment, the silence stretching between them as Basil turned away again to focus on his writings.  However, as he re-read them for the tenth time that evening, the paper was abruptly snatched away from him by Ratigan.

“Give it back!” Basil cried, jumping up and trying to retrieve his notes.

“You may have them back tomorrow,” Ratigan replied curtly.  Basil didn’t take his insistence well.

“I won’t!  I want them back now!”

Much to Basil’s chagrin, he could feel his words become watery and slurred.  Not now, he lectured himself.  Taking care of this mouse family was far more important than whatever his brain was trying to do.  Nevermind its desire for peace and rest–that could wait until later.

Basil, being so much smaller than Professor Ratigan, struggled and failed to retrieve his papers as they were tucked neatly into one of his suit pockets.  Despite his growing hysteria as he clawed at the man’s shirt in vain attempts to find them, Ratigan remained mostly calm.  He stared down at his once-arch-nemesis with furrowed eyes, analyzing his every sluggish and uncoordinated movement.

“Give it back!” Basil tried to yell, but instead fat tears rolled down his cheeks to display his irritation.

“Not right now,” Ratigan replied coolly.  “For now, you will rest and take care of yourself for once.  If you have any plans on stopping my schemes or someone else’s, then you must be at the right mental capacity for it.  You will rest.”

“No I won’t,” Basil argued, this time not resisting the urge to stomp his foot on the ground.  

When Ratigan’s infuriatingly calm expression did not change, only looking concerned and curious, Basil collapsed to the ground in utter bitterness.  He flopped over and scowled deeply while his watery eyes leaked more tears down his face.  He wanted to lecture himself over his weakness; his face dragged down by exhaustion mixed with this display of emotion must look positively pathetic to Ratigan.  However, Basil could not find the words nor the motivation, his focus narrowed to the fact that he hadn’t gotten his way.

Initially, Ratigan did not move.  Standing over the mouse detective’s wilted form, he wanted a long moment for him to bounce back to his normal self.  After all, Basil was never one to take defeat, especially not in such an emotional manner.  That being said, it didn’t take a genius to reason that he had overworked himself to an extreme yet again.  It had undoubtedly worn down on him, and these were clearly signs he had regressed–something Ratigan had not witnessed him do for quite some time.

Ratigan kept his tone even and neutral as he leaned closer to the mouse, “don’t you see that you need a rest?  Let me help you to your bed and–”

“No!” Basil whined as Ratigan tried to pull him to his feet.  Frightened and offended by the sudden touch, he did the only thing he could think of: sinking his sharp teeth into the professor’s hand, which had grabbed his forearm.

Ratigan hissed in surprise as the young mouse bit him, and he fought to keep his own feelings under control.  Normally, he would not tolerate such an attack, but reminding himself of Basil’s current mental state, he kept his cool.

Carefully and wincing, he pried Basil’s jaw open.  Only for it to snap closed again the moment he attempted to pull his hand out of his mouth.

“Basil,” Ratigan muttered, tone even but serious.  He kept with his same statement, “you need to rest.”

“Noooo,” Basil whined between clenched teeth.  He tried to swat away Ratigan’s free hand, the one currently attempting to open his mouth, but his uncoordinated movements did nothing against the rat.

“Rest,” Ratigan repeated.  “You have worked hard and done well, but at the expense of your own health.  We can discuss a plan for your future work schedule another time; now is not the moment to debate it.  However, now is the time for you to calm yourself.”

Basil stared up at him, his eyes batting tearfully as he processed his words.  His body bounced with sobs.  His jaw gradually loosened, releasing poor Ratigan’s fingers from his powerful, toothy grip.

Cautiously, in case Basil decided to bite him again, the professor drew his fingers away from the mouse’s mouth.  Thankfully, no such attack occurred.  

Instead, Basil slumped over completely, giving up control over his enervated muscles.  Entirely limp, he curled into a miserable pile on the floor; and he looked perfectly miserable.  

The mouse whined quietly to himself.  His mind was far too drained to process any of the swarming feelings in the chest except for one: tired.

He forgot all about the work he was ‘supposed to’ be doing, solely focused on the concept of a nap.  To rest.

His subconscious argued otherwise, nagging at him to pull himself together; there were people who needed him for goodness sake…

But he couldn’t bear to do it.  He couldn’t bring himself to gather off the floor, to argue with Ratigan until he returned the papers, or to complete the heavy quest of returning his focus to the present moment.  His body and mind had betrayed him instead as they went completely slack and refused to move forward.

“Are you ready to rest then?” Ratigan inquired, taking in the sight of the detective.

It took several seconds for Basil to process what the words meant, then he gave a single, slow nod.  Rest.  Yes, please.

This time Ratigan was much more careful in his approach, kneeling beside Basil on the ground.  He waited a few seconds for signs of hostility, but was only met by extreme fatigue.  And, when the mouse gave no further responses, other than closing his eyes wearily, Ratigan dragged Basil into his arms.  He kept his movements slow and sure, just in case he startled him, but Basil seemed far too tired to care about anything he did.

“The floor is hardly the place to sleep,” Ratigan remarked.  “Perhaps it would be best if I took you to bed.”

Whatever Basil thought of the idea, he gave no indicative response.  He remained entirely limp, allowing himself to be lifted off the floor and against Professor Ratigan’s larger form.  Even if he did want to put up a fight, he would doubtfully do any good in his current state.

Not that he’s really ‘want’ to anyway.  Ratigan was surprisingly gentle and careful as he lifted him off the ground; an action he never would have imagined coming from his former enemy.  Basil even remained completely relaxed as he was carried out of his study, away from the work that had taunted his overworked mind for so long.

“That’s it; rest,” Ratigan’s voice rumbled through his half-asleep thoughts.  “Your work will be ready when you are.”

With that, Basil couldn’t fight off his sleep any longer and succumbed to its peaceful invitation.