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Sitting out in a lawn chair is a man who looks to be in his thirties, laid back completely in his seat with a cigar at the corner of his mouth. A thin strand of smoke emitting from the end with an occasional billowed cloud from his mouth. Both hands are folded over his torso, obscuring the sports team illustration on his shirt. A horned beast of some sort. Dark eyes shift between the general space of his backyard to the small form wandering about with a toy. His rambunctious kid chasing after a soccer ball the size of a grapefruit. Why didn't they buy a regular one? He can't recall the conversation with his wife but something about making sure their child didn't get hurt or break something indoors. He's offended on their behalf - Adriel's five years old and smart enough not to do that in the house. The thought is shrugged away as fast as it manifested, resuming the little show right in front of him and amazed the small sphere hasn't been lost with the impact of those kicks. Thankfully, the fence made sure both remained in the vicinity.
The movement slowed down in his peripheral. It took a few seconds from the stillness of the area but found the rascal near a row of flowers. Nothing seemed to be out of place so neither will get in trouble for accidental destruction by trouncing. The ball was a few feet away and his kid was kneeling awfully close to the plants. Did they pick one again? As long as it wasn't the pink roses, it shouldn't be a problem. Hesitant to leave the comfortable position, the man heaves out a breath and releases more smoke past his lips while pushing himself out of the chair. Long strides fill in the distance between them quickly, a smirk on his face as he lightly kicks the ball back to the other. The lack of reaction or counter move made his brow raise. What were they messing with?
"Adriel? What do you have there?" The little brunette turns to face their father. Clear evidence of a flower in their hands but not fully intact as one would expect. Two petals remain attached while the other three are missing. One can be seen dangling from the child's mouth. "A snack." Gray eyes are wide from shock, kneeling down to yank the remnants of the plant from both their hand and mouth. Not quite fast enough as they slurped the rest of it. Smiling as if their life wasn't actually in danger. "N o! That's not food! Spit it out!" The alarm in his voice did nothing to convey the seriousness of the situation. "But it tastes like peaches--" The statement is cut off by the swift motion of two larger hands grasping their shoulders and lifting their body from the grass. "SPIT IT OUT!"
Despite the near heart attack, the child complied and was rushed straight to the hospital afterwards. The doctor gave multiple reassurances that it wasn't a dire issue. The consumed lily petals were harmless and safe to eat. Still good judgement on the part of the parent having taken immediate action. Maybe he can laugh about it next month but for now? Making sure they ask permission before eating anything from the backyard again. And also never letting their mother know about this.
Fennec wakes to the tune of a song coming from his phone. Time to start another day. He stretches himself out underneath the sheets before sitting up. Mouth stretched wide from a yawn as he steps away from bed. Not alot of urgency in silencing that alarm. It's one of his favorite melodies so he usually indulges a little before actually turning it off. He washes up quickly, brushes the mess of curls surrounding his head, and gets on some clothes before moving through the short hall to the kitchen. While tying up his hair, he debates on what is fast and easy to grab so he can head right out. His eyes land on the box on the counter, reaching in to pull out a bag of mini Oreo cookies.
There are footsteps behind him followed by a woman's voice. "Oh hey, you are awake. There's still some smoothie left over if you want--" She stops mid sentence when the other looks in her direction then turns back around to mess with something below the cabinets. "Is that your breakfast?" Brow raised with a hand on her hip, she already knows what he's trying to hide.
The brunette is hesitant to turn around but eventually does so. Glancing down to the bag in his hand that now has her full attention. He grabs a second one from the box, as if that made it any better. "Fen. No. That does not qualify for breakfast."
"I'd grab a third one but don't want you confiscating them..." The junk food is stashed into the front pouch of his hoodie when the long haired woman steps closer to him. Whether or not she actually planned to take it, the chance would not come so easily. For added measure, Fen skipped around her to keep out of range. "I'll get actual food on the way to work."
"Better not be a Belgian waffle." Violet eyes squint in his direction, following her friend's movement towards the front door. "Even if I do, you'll never know or be able to stop meeeee~" His voice chimes out in an unknown melody, a large grin on his face for the whole duration of the slow motion exit. He finishes with a small wave before disappearing beyond the closed door. Even with the stern look on her face, a smile cracks over it. It's impossible to keep a serious expression on when they're taunting each other or when someone is being way too adorable. Lucy's only task for the day involved carrying up the last of their boxes from storage. However, she's torn by the sudden urge to tag along and keep an eye on him. That's probably a bit excessive even if she does have the time to spare.
He may be older than her but size and appearance would lead most to believe Fennec might be fresh out of high school. Doesn't help that the guy hasn't yet gotten his bearings in this new town either. Sense of direction is... not the best - got himself lost four times in just two weeks. Lucy chuckles to herself while thinking back on that. If she needs to pick him up and walk him back to the apartment from the park again, she'll gladly oblige without question.
The following contains instances of a transmac individual being misgendered. This is your warning if you need it.
Fennec reorganized the last of the returned books from the portable cart and edits the computer directory before shutting it down. Final task complete, the relief short-lived once he realizes how late it is. A quick effort to tidy up the desk and turns on his heel to bolt out of the library. A few feet from the entrance and someone suddenly appears in the middle of the hallway. An unfamiliar guy with blonde hair reaching into the inner pocket of his jacket for something. Fen slows down but wasn't prepared for the other to stretch out their leg, getting clipped just enough to fall forward. The student raises his voice in annoyance, "Idiot. Watch where you're going." Phone raised up and outstretched by the length of his right arm. Taking a photo of himself at this hour? The halls are clear and quiet but they couldn't at least be mindful of surroundings?
"Goddamn dumbass posing in the hall.." As the brunette tries to stand, a fist makes contact with the side of his face before he can completely look up. The other heard Fennec mumbling under his breath and clearly not a fan of the criticism.
"You little punk." A hand reaches down to grip the collar of his turtleneck, lifting him up off the ground with ease. "Guess no one ever taught you to respect--" The sentence is cut off with the swift movement of an elbow, smacking the person's jaw. They shout aloud from the pain, cursing behind their hand. Fennec drops onto his back, a low groan sounds from deep within his throat while turning onto his side to scramble away. Barely able to push himself up from the floor when pressure ensnares one of his ankles. A hand yanking him right back and it startled him enough that he screamed.
Grinning, the blonde hauls the long haired individual onto their feet once more. Clutching at the hoodie even tighter, amused with how fast the fight drained away. Now cowering in his shadow, too weak to pry out of the constricting hold. "Sound like a fucking girl... Don't start what you can't finish!" Can't determine anything with the baggy clothing but takes notice of a lacking feature. The shirt may obscure any prominent shape of the neck but with enough of the material grasped tightly in his hand, the anger waivers and the drawn back fist lowers until dropped back at hip level. "Damn bitch. Be more careful."
No actual apology within that huffed out remark before releasing the shorter form. Grey eyes show the faintest sign of repentance only to brush it aside when their name is called from a corner. Fennec just stares off as the guy rushes away. Still within range of hearing the one now known as Douglas joke about some girl bumping into him. The brunette stands there for several minutes, seemingly dazed. He bends forward to pick up his bag, wincing when trying to retract that arm. The soreness and aches no longer dulled by fear or adrenaline. A harsh throbbing over his left cheek, just below the eye. That's going to form into a nasty bruise. Can fret over hiding it later. Returning home now in this condition won't be nice but knows he'll collapse and eventually break down when the shock wears off.
One step after another, walking at an uneven pace out of the building's front door. Descends the staircase with even slower strides. A quick break to steady himself for the long trek, considering the bus so he can atleast sit and rest. Someone approaches and he forces himself to stand up properly. If anything, get a good look at them and pray it's not that asshole again. Oh ...what's his boyfriend doing here? Didn't get a chance to check his phone and the device is always set to silent when inside the library. Probably missed a text.
Fennec will have to talk about what happened, reveal his face and hope there's no blood. Just inches apart and the worried look in those blue eyes are chipping away at him. Doesn't know where to start when asked what happened, whimpers as his face is touched. Is it supposed to hurt this much? Why didn't he continue to defend himself? Why did he freak out so much when his foot was grabbed? The gentle pressure to his shoulder snaps him away from that train of thought. Cheetah looks even more worried - probably fearing that Fen has a concussion.
"Tripped... Got punched, hit them back and..." Teeth press hard into his lower lip, letting out a shaky breath. His hand tightens around whatever he can reach, squeezing on what he thinks is the other's shirt sleeve. "He stopped after figuring out I'm not--" The brunette almost failed to catch himself repeating the biased assumption. A large wave of nausea hitting him but shoves it down. "A-after... After he--" He can't can't do it. Not now. His eyes are shut and the tears will start any second. Doesn't notice his own body wearing out to the point of leaning against the person in front of him.
"I'll explain later. I just... I j-just wanna go home..."
Fennec is slouched over his bed on a late evening. Lucy is present, as are a few other persons. Two being friends of his roommate while the other is a girl he's gotten to know from the campus. Can't remember her name at the moment. A quick de-stress session that she insisted he needed it. Inviting other people happened to be his suggestion however. The discussion hit a few topics he's aware of but wasn't quite keeping up to join in. Something about a person, real or fictional, looking like an octopus. He gives all four of them a skeptical look. "Wait who's an octopus? Huh...need to research on that later but uhm... pretty sure what I visualized is probably more of a deformed mental image than you tried to joke about--" The brunette shifts his gaze, head turning to the side after a familiar tone. The earlier train of thought now lost due to a distracting commercial.
"I still can't believe so much cannibalism is just advertised so easily. Surprised the exposure to kids hasn't caused an issue. Candy eating candy? Someone somewhere thought a child wouldn't ask questions no one was ready to explain yet? Or what about the sentient tree that eats parasitic candy worms? A kid probably freaked out over it. What if they can't look at worm candy the same again? Maybe one day, they can't eat spaghetti either because long stringy food is just untrustworthy."
Lucy just stared, seemingly lost over what she could even say for a response. Quietly chuckling after exhaling some smoke from her mouth. "Geez I finally get you to smoke with me and you turn morbid. Gonna start your own practice for grisly investigations?" The red haired girl sitting in front of him on the floor just sputters. It's unclear whether that had been a reaction to the current subject or consuming snacks too quickly. "No he's right - that tree is fucking creepy. And they only air that commercial at night! That just screams suspicion."
No distinct plans for the day, void of any responsibilities or obligations. Decent weather for a walk before the forecaster's prediction of rain later in the week. Or was that for late in the evening? Doesn't matter since there's nothing worth staying out for. Hadn't thought far enough to get a destination in mind but a quick circle through the park and back into the city should suffice. Possibly a peek inside the flower shop to browse any new additions in stock to end the outing.
Seems as though others had the same idea - get out and enjoy the sun before its gone. Not quite crowded but a sparse amount of people within the public space. Just enough to make the split decision of detouring down a less frequented path. Additional time added to his stroll but he doesn't mind, the buildings will be present regardless of his delayed arrival. As the man turned the corner leading to the main street, he stares up ahead as an individual rushes toward him. Not in a threatening way just in a hurry while not quite looking ahead as they ran. Reflex should have kicked in - step aside or call out to get the person's attention and avoid an unpleasant collision. Unfortunately, instinctive response forgotten due to the distraction of familiarity he can't place.
Not from his neighborhood nor staff at any of the establishments that he frequents. Just a mere few inches apart, back against the wall to give them a clear path as they zip past. Two-toned brown hair, long and tied back. Green eyes. A shirt of similar shade with some type of paw print on the front. School maybe?
A vague memory pops into his head.
A student enrolling into the new semester three days late, a nervous speaker but excited to be somewhere new.
The brunette skids to a stop then dashes ahead after a dark red vehicle momentarily blocked passage of the crosswalk. Something plops out of their bag which nearly fell out of the person's lose hold, searching for whatever is hidden within. He steps over and picks up a tan little bag. "Hey! Wait a minute!" He shouts out to them but his words go unheard, unsuccessful in getting the other's attention.
The bus is already in motion when he gets close, a frustrated huff heaved out while debating over what to do now. Holding the item up for closer inspection, he turns it around in his hand for a moment. There's a bit of weight to the small leather bag. A keyring linked with a chain poking out where the zipper seals at the top and the brand logo decorating it in a repeated pattern. Some kind of coin purse by the sound of its moving contents. A fairly important possession, can tell that much without prying. They'll probably cross paths again at the university and he can return it then. That's more respectable than keeping it for himself or possibly turning it over to the police. Though an officer would no doubt check for an ID or something so maybe doing that would be better? It's kind of an emergency after all.
He recalls watching them wander the halls.
Stubbornly looking for a room rather than asking for directions. Could have offered to help them but didn't think much of it before the new student was out of sight the next second.
Identification was not inside. Just a hefty handful of coins (mostly quarters), a library card, and a piece of candy. So much for that idea. A little disappointing but there's not much else to be expected. The bag's too small to really hide anything interesting yet still inadequate in terms of a revelation. Why is that thought suddenly so fascinating? What did he want to find? The bus is long gone but the sign of the bus stop catches his attention. Shifting his gaze up to read the vehicle number, he skims over the list of stops. The main terminal being the last and dispatches off into subway lines.
Is he really going to scope them out when he isn't even sure of where the person was headed? Apparently so, allowing himself to take a seat on the bench to wait for public transportation. His resolve for this odd scavenger hunt is confirmed when he boards the bus and becomes lost in thought during the ride. Fennec M... from what could be read of the handwritten signature on their library card. The two haven't formally met, just acquaintances who share a number of classes. There's just something about them that has him curious. Nothing prevented casual conversation or suggesting to hang out before but never made an effort to verbalize such an interest.
After a very brief introduction, someone asked if Fennec's hairstyle had purposely been styled to look like fox tails. A genuine question and they were ecstatic to have someone make the connection.
They have an adorable little laugh-- that memory is tucked away when he realizes the bus almost departed from the terminal with him still on it. The driver just gives him a look, allowing the guy to scurry out before driving off. He proceeds to spend the better half of the next hour wandering and keeping an eye for well anything really. No clues to rely on or previously mentioned information to make use of.
At some point, he considers taking a break. He'd be back home by now reheating some takeout from the previous evening. It's definitely been some time since breakfast so a snack or quick lunch won't hurt. Still no guarantee the two will cross paths here. At least there is the option of the earlier back up plan should it come to that. A brisk walk leads him to a small local eatery three blocks away. He orders a philly cheesesteak and a soda then out on his way again. The next few hours are uneventful and frustration starts to creep in.
It wasn't intentional but there were two occasions where they held hands. At least from his perspective, in truth Fennec wasn't paying attention while reaching for their decorative pen and grasped the guy's hand instead. That lead to a long awkward pause and then the quietest shriek of an apology. He reassured the cute timid thing that it was more than alright.
Such a wonderful moment and he desired more. His mind drifts from the memory when the same familiar sound reached his ears. A bunch of mumbled words but it was definitely Fennec. He hurries in the direction, pulse quickened from eagerness and not wanting them to slip away again. Barely caught the glimpse of green with a beige bag descending into the subway, trailing after them at a moderate distance. Slack posture and slumped forward after sitting down. What happened? What had they been up to that caused such fatigue?
He stays out of sight while monitoring them, steadily moving closer as a precaution should the poor thing suddenly collapse. As if prompted by his own thinking, he's dashing from two seats behind them to protect the brunette from getting hurt while unconscious. Concern finally ebbs away when Fennec is safe in his hold, carefully tucking hair aside to clearly see that precious face. Finding them outside of their academic perimeters has certainly been enlightening. He never realized how much information or little details of them that were stored in his head-- no, his heart. A new depth of emotion, something new he'd yet to experience and didn't plan to let fall from his grasp. Ever.
Lots of planning... many circumstances to process but at this moment? He will savor this embrace while it lasts. An endearing gesture is spoken to his darling on making sure to escort them home safely and take care of them from now on.
Fennec didn't exactly keep to the schedule as planned - slept earlier than the previous night but underestimated how little rest he'd get before the next morning's tasks. Rushed to get dressed, barely ate anything but made sure to drop a bottle of water into his backpack. Halfway to the destination he realizes it - no wallet. A smarter individual wouldn't put up with these bribery tasks. They'd just let their relationship with inconsiderate relatives break down into nothing rather than maintain civil behavior. Especially when dealing with people who don't care how their behavior affects you.
A deep huff and he slumps into his seat further. This lunch venture was to be paid for by the 'friend of a friend' because his cousin just has to try and be inclusive. Odd considering the two had frequent arguments over the last few days. Pushing those thoughts aside, he stared out the window of the bus with his gaze more or less focused on a point in the distance. Bracing himself for the eventual socializing that'll probably leave him exhausted afterward, no matter how much energy is kept in reserve for it.
Two group appetizers lead to three individual meals, one in particular shared by a couple. Next were the drinks although one got mixed up, Fennec specifically requested a non alcoholic beverage yet ended up with one regardless. While suspicious of his cousin, she of course denied the claim and laughed it off as if it were just a hilarious turn of events. Two long sips weren't enough to get him drunk but sharp remarks were more often at the tip of his tongue. Hesitant to spill any sort of venom that may sometimes pop into his head then immediately suppressed. Since the line between speaking up for himself and simply lashing out are too blurred right now, best to keep those selective words to himself. ' It's not for attention... I'm not confused... '
That power of will lasts all but fifteen minutes... if that. The brunette suddenly rises from his seat, chair bumped back into one of the passing servers. The man's tray tilts with items on its surface spilling over the floor, and probably onto whoever's seated behind their group. Fennec's glass slides across their table as his wrist makes a slight swing motion before his fist slams the table. The sound of intricate kitchenware shattering follows shrill profanities then ragged breathes. She was an entitled bratty bitch with an enabling boyfriend who's equally as shitty. Most likely cheating on her with the two other girls they invited to this very meal. Before anything else can be damaged or said, he leaves.
Cant deny the slowly budding satisfaction of getting those things off his chest. Nor the telling signs of chaos that ring behind him. Bickering. Pleading. Shrieks of disbelief due to revealing details and probably underhanded physical pain via the firm strike of a palm.
A short trek later and he's made it to the train terminal. The wait is brief but he cannot wait to faceplant into bed. Energy is just about gone and no doubt he'll be nodding off during commute. His is the last stop so it should be fine. Fennec keeps telling himself that while stepping aboard one of the back cars and takes a vacant seat toward the back. Someone passes by but his eyes are barely open to even notice. The first five minutes he's conscious but starts to drift off. Seven minutes and his body tilts to the side, seconds from knocking his head against the pole to his left but something prevents that unpleasant occurrence.
An arm wraps around his shoulder, holding him snug to their form. A smile curving the corner of their lips as a soothing hum emits from deep within their chest. Twelve minutes and something is tenderly whispered while a hand brushes hair out of Fennec's face.
Peter: "I really don't like my name... I'd prefer if you just used a nickname or something."
Fennec: I can understand that, no worries! I go by Fennec but that's actually my middle name... Hm. A nickname for you... uhm.
Peter: "Anything else would be an improvement, just so you know. No pressure."
Fennec: Internally panicking because he never thinks up decent creative things on the spot and eventually class is going to end but it would be more polite to properly end this current topic of conversation before starting a new one though that could also seem disrespectful when he'd rather not be rude in using the detested name overheard from their professor a while ago--
Peter: Chuckles quietly to himself, the brief look of concern on his face shifting to nervousness then confusion. Starts to question if the brunette is alright. Is Fennec spacing out or something right now?
Fennec: Oh god what's with the look that guy's giving me? Fuck I offended him didn't I? Expecting a response and I still haven't-- Wait how long have I been silent?!
