@atinydeer
Tail wagging in excitement, the young deer was already walking in circles around his new friend, sniffing the humanâs pockets and legs for any traces of edible things. âWhat do you mean? Do you have food? Iâm hungry.â
The only edible substance he had on him was a shrink-wrapped cookie he'd grabbed from the cafeteria. Each time the deer went near that pocket he turned away. Until of course it spoke, which was when he froze up. There were two explanations for this. One, the deer was from the genetics department. Two, he needed to borrow some of Doug's medication. He was reasonably sure he was still sane, and to keep that frame of mind he told himself the animal was from genetics. Still, it was incredibly awkward.
"Uh... No. The department didn't feed you?"











