#cursedwithfluff

This girl’s order was taking way too long.

Granted, he might have waited a bit too long himself before going to get food for himself but... That didn’t mean it was his fault. He didn’t have time to grocery shop this week,  and he at least wanted to go to somewhere he could pretend the food was somewhat healthy. But he didn’t have a budget for a real restaurant, so he went for a made to order place... 

Maybe he should have been a little less picky, because the moment he came in the place was packed, and even though they got through the orders pretty quick, it seems their machines kept getting messed up with what she had ordered. 

Not her fault, no, but he could get as irritated as he wanted. No rules surrounding that. Though it was a little bit hard to be, because she was kind of cute and fluffy and... A little bit like a bunny? 

Ayato guessed she’d given up on trying here, because when the cashier came up to her to tell her, again, that part of her meal had failed, she accepted her money back and went out the door.

After seeing that, he figured he might as well go himself... Doubted he’d find anything. She looked young, though, and he found himself worrying that she might not be able to eat if she couldn’t find something here. It was getting pretty late, too, and he knew it wasn’t dangerous here like it had been at home for him, but he couldn’t help it when he found himself running after her.

Shit, he thought. I’m going to seem like a creep if I keep this up without saying something. She already seemed... Relatively uncomfortable, understandably enough.

Sitting at the library at the front desk as he usually did: Laurent had to admit that having such an unnerving person ask if they could work here to a simple worker as himself had left him quite a bit rattled. Even if his worries had seemingly been wrong: it had still spooked him, so much that his hands shook as he served folk at the library counter today.

No, no. He had to remain composed: most certainly, his friends back home that weren’t also in this strange place would not like him being so afraid. What would Yarne say, for example, seeing him so shaky? Likely scold him and say that being scared so often was his job, not Laurent’s. Shaking his head, Laurent stood and took a walk away from the front desk, seeing some books on the shelves that needed to be re-organized.

Curiously enough, as he was thinking of his friend: the sight of pointed ears like a rabbit in another isle of shelves distracted him. Could that be his friend? No, no, Yarne’s ears were a little differently shaped than that. Still, to think that Taguels were not all wiped out like Yarne and his mother thought they were...they’d be so happy to hear it if this stranger was one.

Yet, it would be rude to just ask someone such a strange question, so he kept to his own isle, quietly stacking.

      As tempted as he was to go exploring outside of his room, he had reason to keep himself locked up. Outside was a sea of untested waters full of stranger things than just strangers. He had spotted something covered entirely in fur, and at first had thought it to be simply an animal, perhap someone’s pet, before he caught a better look and was proven otherwise. Since then, he had had his back against the door, weakly slumped against it.       Before long, the image in his head had become almost violent. There was no longer a pet, there was only a beast. In place of soft fur, there was a matted coat. Instead of bunny ears, they were now pointed and hound-like. He imagined dagger teeth and poison stingers and -- wait, that couldn’t be right.       He could’ve kicked himself for getting so far ahead of himself. To set this right, there was no choice but to stare that thing in the face and recognize it without his initial perception clouding his thoughts. Opening the door, he peaked outside, only to see it -- her? -- just a ways away, facing his direction.       His voice shook.

Wowie... I’m sure that muse will fit you like a glass slipper! Reserved for you until September 26th!

Exploring the city would be a good idea, but the problem with that is he doesn’t know where anything is. Looking for a library would probably be a good start, he could see if there’s anything there that could give him more clues as to what this city is, and why he’s here. Armin decided that would be the best choice of action for now, he needed to learn more about this strange place he found himself in, that and he just loved books.

Back to the problem though, he didn’t know where anything was, and that included the library. Was there even one? Surely there should be, what place wouldn’t have one. This was whole place was weird though, so he couldn’t count on one being here, he just had to hope.

Armin wandered around for quite a while, not finding anything that would indicate there was a library here. ‘I wish I had a map or something... I should’ve seen if there was one at the hotel before I left.’ He sighed, close to giving up when he saw someone sitting on a nearby bench. He decided he’d ask her if she knew anything, though the closer he got the more he realized that the person wasn’t... exactly human. She looked fluffy, and had bunny ears. It was cute in a way, but still a little odd.

 in a world full of sheep, do we really need more fur? the answer is always. we always need more fur.

 on that note, welcome to the city, you tiny ball of fluff! you’ll be staying in moonpie motel room #5!