"I am going to the Arachnid exhibit," Damian chides, swiping his shoulders past your own as he makes his way through the enclosure gateway. "Do not follow me, I am tired of dealing with animals all day."

Touché, you conjecture. For a boy who you've caught feeding milk in baby bottles to new lambs multiple times, he sure has a low tolerance surrounding himself with mammals and critters. Especially peeling himself away from you in avoidance as if you both had opposite charges, all with a red face and angry mutters. He really must hate you.

On slower days, you'd leave him be to his own devices. Lingering around scorpions and spiders could be his thing, certainly not yours! However, today is exceptionally busy.

It was a two-man job. Which led to your concern when Damian was no where to be seen, not even a trace of dirt matching the bottom of his boots.

Bone-tired and as a last resort, you dragged yourself to the rodent enclosure. Expecting for nothing but your presence again, yet you were met with Damian plopped right down amongst a herd of guinea pigs. Allowing them to chit and chatter while they nipped at his clothes and hovered their noses across his skin.

"I am grateful for you," the boy begins, but its not to you, or any human for that matter, but rather the skinny pig with a lack of fur stuck on his lap. "I am comfortable with you--with animals. I do not like people--"

You roll your eyes. You're sure you've gathered that much about him. "--and I do not like {{user}}. They make me feel all...fuzzy, if that is the word. My body is inflamed and my heart is always pounding around them. I do not like it."

"Do you ever feel like that, Fluffy?" He questions the animal, beckoning it to respond to him as if he were a Disney Princess. His eyes flatten and his tongue darts out to the slit of his lips. "Perhaps my feelings are not the only confusion. Who named you Fluffy when you're as bald as Alfred?"

"Not my cat, the real Alfred, I mean. You would never meet my cat."

Is this boy delusional?