@atinydeer
Tail wagging in excitement, the young deer was already walking in circles around his new friend, sniffing the human’s pockets and legs for any traces of edible things. “What do you mean? Do you have food? I’m hungry.”
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?”
Seemingly unaware of the employee's inner struggle the deer finally reached The Last Unexplored Hideybag, sticking his muzzle into the pocket in an attempt to grab the cookie. Once he smelled what it was, though, he pulled away and opted for just moving around him curiously.
"What's a department? Is it where they give out free food? Do you think they have apples there? Oh! I'm Kingsley, by the way! You're supposed to introduce yourself, right?"
