Saving Children (And Wooing Animals) For Dummies
WHO: Olivier and Chibirisu Arthur
WHEN: July 19th, mid-afternoon
WHERE: Liberty Zoo
WHAT: Really, some people need to keep a better eye on their idiot children. And my, my, my. What lovely fur you have, miss fox~!
He had cracked.
He had finally cracked.
After days of resisting, Olivier had finally submitted to the disgusting, depraved urges that had been plaguing him for days. Urges that had never, ever, existed before...before the prior week. Still, Olivier could do nothing but hope that this really was the result of overworking himself to the point of, hopefully, temporary mental instability. Especially since he now found himself sifting through small, happy crowds inside of Liberty Zoo.
C'est horrible.
He shouldn't be here. Not surrounded by children and their families and plagued by some inhumane desire that left him feeling just the slightest bit hot under his collar as he-
Oh, what a handsome family of lions.
Ah! What a sleek and shiny mane that fair lioness has! So soft, so clean, so...so...so amazingly wild....
N-Non! Olivier! Non! Resist! You must resist! You are at a zoo! A public place! Full of people! A-And...think of the children! Like that poor, little boy currently stumbling inside the lion's den! This is not healthy-wait a minute. Little boy? Inside? Lion's den? W-WHAT?!
"Someone-!"
Merde. There was no one around to save the poor child. No straggler, no security guard, no ill-tempered employee sweating beneath the guise of an animal caricature! Nobody! Mon Dieu, but if he continued to gawk, surely the boy would meet an untimely end-? He should, yes, he should go and grab him before he falls inside-!
So with a shudder, a deepth breath, and a stumbling start, dear ol' Olivier rushed forward, hand reaching out to grasp the back of the boy's shirt ("Y-You there! Child! Stop! Arrêt!")...
...only to find himself struggling to grasp nothing but air.
WHEN: July 19th, mid-afternoon
WHERE: Liberty Zoo
WHAT: Really, some people need to keep a better eye on their idiot children. And my, my, my. What lovely fur you have, miss fox~!
He had cracked.
He had finally cracked.
After days of resisting, Olivier had finally submitted to the disgusting, depraved urges that had been plaguing him for days. Urges that had never, ever, existed before...before the prior week. Still, Olivier could do nothing but hope that this really was the result of overworking himself to the point of, hopefully, temporary mental instability. Especially since he now found himself sifting through small, happy crowds inside of Liberty Zoo.
C'est horrible.
He shouldn't be here. Not surrounded by children and their families and plagued by some inhumane desire that left him feeling just the slightest bit hot under his collar as he-
Oh, what a handsome family of lions.
Ah! What a sleek and shiny mane that fair lioness has! So soft, so clean, so...so...so amazingly wild....
N-Non! Olivier! Non! Resist! You must resist! You are at a zoo! A public place! Full of people! A-And...think of the children! Like that poor, little boy currently stumbling inside the lion's den! This is not healthy-wait a minute. Little boy? Inside? Lion's den? W-WHAT?!
"Someone-!"
Merde. There was no one around to save the poor child. No straggler, no security guard, no ill-tempered employee sweating beneath the guise of an animal caricature! Nobody! Mon Dieu, but if he continued to gawk, surely the boy would meet an untimely end-? He should, yes, he should go and grab him before he falls inside-!
So with a shudder, a deepth breath, and a stumbling start, dear ol' Olivier rushed forward, hand reaching out to grasp the back of the boy's shirt ("Y-You there! Child! Stop! Arrêt!")...
...only to find himself struggling to grasp nothing but air.