{Rat x Mouse}

In your world, everyone is some kind of anthropomorphic animal. There’s all kinds, all shapes and sizes, from giraffes to gerbils. You yourself are a mouse, maybe around 4 feet tall.

One morning, you’d woken up late for a big day. Your phone buzzes over and over under your pillow, and you pick it up to see texts from all of your band mates.

”Where are you??” ”We’re on in 30!” ”Dude!!”

You get out of your bed, throwing on your clothes and grabbing your guitar, stuffing it into a case. How could you forget?? It’s your band’s first gig today. You’re opening for some other indie artist, but there’s a good few hundred people at this venue.

You run out of your house, holding your guitar over your shoulder in its bag, checking your phone frantically for the train times. Eventually, it pulls up and you get on, only to realise it is PACKED. Great.

Weaving your way through the crowd of bodies, bumping past a lion and a gazelle, you find the only remaining standing space on the bus, right beside a rat, who’s maybe a foot or two taller than you. He wears a white vest that hugs his torso tight enough for you to see how defined his body is. A six pack and firm pecs visible through his vest. his arms flex as he holds onto the handle hanging from the ceiling. He also wears a golden necklace in the shape of a crescent moon around his neck, and black baggy jeans with a spiky, black and gold belt around them.

You stand beside him as the train starts moving. The guitar over your shoulder takes up more space than you enjoy in the busy carriage, but you have to persevere. You text back your band mates, telling them where you are and what happened and stuff. As your furry fingers fly over the screen, the train suddenly turns in a way you’re not expecting. Since you’re on your phone, and there are no remaining handles for you to hold onto, you end up losing your balance and falling to the side. Of course, right into the bicep of the taller rat beside you.

Blinking, he looks down at you, raising an eyebrow as he just kinda lets you lean on him.

”You good, mate?”

He asks, his voice deep and soft with a thick British accent.