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Title: Feathered
Characters: Deidara skewedintent, Ranka amorosum
Location: Day Room
Rating: PG-13 [/for cursing? maybe.]
Summary: The first animal in the room to take a liking to him is a feline; how ironic.
Day/Time: Day 70; Animal Therapy
At first, he had avoided the room.
He still wasn't sure what had compelled him to attend animal therapy this time around, when the one other time he had attended ended up with him leaving straightaway the second he spotted a muttpuppy coming towards him with mischievous intent shining in soft brown eyes. He didn't hate animals particularly, but avians were fairly the only kind he held a soft spot for and only for certain species even then. There weren't many birds around, at least to his knowledge, so it was completely preposterous that he would have stepped in because he liked the prospect of animal therapy. In theory.
And yet he found himself still in the day room. The blond let a ghost of a smile skim over his lips as a kitten clambered over his foot, squeaking like a toy and looking as fragile as one as it scrambled to latch onto the cloth over his knee. Being in an obliging mood, he helped the little animal up with a gentle nudge, feeling irrationally pleased when the small mouth opened to let out a happy squeal and the furry body made itself comfortable, draping itself over both legs like it owned them.
What a curious thought.
Shifting faintly to accommodate the tiny commandeer--wincing for a moment when claws dug in through his pants in protest, he would say he didn't know why the hell he was being so careful if it wasn't for the few attendants still in the room--he settled more comfortably into his cross-legged pose, spine curving as he slumped to prop his elbows on his knees and cradle his chin in his hands as to better watch his new friend. His mouth curved into a faint smile, albeit one laced with a wary wryness, eyes slipping half-closed in contentment. Maybe it wasn't so bad.
Characters: Deidara skewedintent, Ranka amorosum
Location: Day Room
Rating: PG-13 [/for cursing? maybe.]
Summary: The first animal in the room to take a liking to him is a feline; how ironic.
Day/Time: Day 70; Animal Therapy
At first, he had avoided the room.
He still wasn't sure what had compelled him to attend animal therapy this time around, when the one other time he had attended ended up with him leaving straightaway the second he spotted a muttpuppy coming towards him with mischievous intent shining in soft brown eyes. He didn't hate animals particularly, but avians were fairly the only kind he held a soft spot for and only for certain species even then. There weren't many birds around, at least to his knowledge, so it was completely preposterous that he would have stepped in because he liked the prospect of animal therapy. In theory.
And yet he found himself still in the day room. The blond let a ghost of a smile skim over his lips as a kitten clambered over his foot, squeaking like a toy and looking as fragile as one as it scrambled to latch onto the cloth over his knee. Being in an obliging mood, he helped the little animal up with a gentle nudge, feeling irrationally pleased when the small mouth opened to let out a happy squeal and the furry body made itself comfortable, draping itself over both legs like it owned them.
What a curious thought.
Shifting faintly to accommodate the tiny commandeer--wincing for a moment when claws dug in through his pants in protest, he would say he didn't know why the hell he was being so careful if it wasn't for the few attendants still in the room--he settled more comfortably into his cross-legged pose, spine curving as he slumped to prop his elbows on his knees and cradle his chin in his hands as to better watch his new friend. His mouth curved into a faint smile, albeit one laced with a wary wryness, eyes slipping half-closed in contentment. Maybe it wasn't so bad.