we all have our parts to play.
ζ|||) : accepting !
“I guess so,” he admitted, a wry twist to his smile whileshoulders unconsciously ducked as one of the circling death machines got tooclose for comfort. “I can’t imagine what it’s like working with theseterrifying little buggers all the time though. Like, aren’t you afraid of theirsharp beaks and those creepy talons?” Hands curled up into claws while the poet’sown unusually sharp canines made an appearance, not even close to resembling the winged animals despite his intentions.
Just watching the creatures was unnerving for a consummatecoward like himself. Nothingelse in the zoo had set off any alarms, yet the image of pecking at his fleshproved to be the last straw to crack his composure. A smart person would likelyblame it on the brief and horrifying exposure he’d had to a certain mundy moviea long time ago. “Well, it’s not for me. I’llstick to boring old office work and sales meetings. That must be my part thesedays.”
Palm patted the other’s shoulder, a warm grin inplace despite his nerves. “You’re a good guy, Doha. Better than me.”
