Post by Leslie Witt on Dec 19, 2019 7:31:31 GMT
“You understand right?”
“Clearly…”
The detective lion and the bald eagle chief officer looked at each other with raised eyebrows.
“You all are fucking idiots.”
The two animals in charge looked back at the honey badger with disappointment as if they were shocked but also knew that type of remark was coming.
“I’m done here.” the honey badger stood up knocking his chair to the side.
“So is it a deal?”
The lion looked over with stern eyes watching the mess of black and white fur throw on his backpack to one shoulder, the textbooks weighing down to the other side.
“Do what you like, I don’t give a shit.”
And just like that, Leslie left the room.
The detective and chief looked over to each other sighing in unison.
“In what way does hiring a street thug a good idea to you?” The bald eagle asked shaking his head, his feathers ruffling up at the base of his neck.
The lion meekly laughed readjusting his glasses.
“Haha, it’s not like he didn’t have a choice. The kid knows his stuff, the back alley is his playground.” He picked up a stack of papers that were stapled neatly together by a paper clip and at the top of the page there written was a “90” in red ink. “Here, take a look at this.” He promptly gave it to the Chief.
“What is this?”
“It’s a mock exam that I had him take. Impressive right?”
The bald eagle had a dubious expression on his face. “How did you figure this ain’t some sort of trick? They be crafty those badgers.”
“I was watching him the whole way through...”
The bald eagle shot him another dubious expression that had conflicted undertones to it.
“...and this is precisely why I decided to use him for this job, a cat’s intuition so to speak. What do you think?” The proud lion said giving a cheery look as if sunflowers were shooting out from around him.
“And if-”
“And if he fucks it up, I’ll kill him myself.”
The lion continued to smile at his associate. The bald eagle just looked at the lion disapprovingly, thinking back to the “incentives” that were offered to the young honey badger in exchange for his loyalty to the police force. Chief Bald Eagle really didn't want crude language to make its way into the higher up but this idiot lion will be the source. He decided not to think too hard about any of it.
“At any rate, wasn’t Lessie cool in that uniform!” The detective nodded at his own achievement. “It was pricy too. He also didn’t care where he lived but I also got him a pretty decent apartment.” The rambling continued onward but the senseless sounds that came from the lion’s mouth needed no attention.
“Leslie Witt huh,” the Chief said to himself looking out the window through the blind, squinting from the sunlight.
The staggering Leslie squinted at the sunlight that shined through the morning clouds as he dragged himself up the hill. The aroma of the cherry blossoms that plagued the air in the path leading up to the school made his sensitive nose wrinkle up.
(I can’t wait for all of them to fall off the trees.)
He continued upwards.
“The newly formed college division of Cherryton has just been implemented. With the new additions to the school, we need to make sure Cherryton stays prim and propper as so the public perception of the Beastar candidacy doesn’t change. Cherryton is a slow school. After all, the production of a Beastar isn’t as fast as the other more prestigious schools.”
(This hill is too steep.)
“Your job is to identify the addicts and report back… well, or handle it as you see fit. As long as no one dies that is. We don’t want another ‘incident’ taking place inside of Cherryton.”
(‘Incident’ huh? Easier said than done.)
Les had time to spare before class started. The walk between his apartment, the police station, and Cherryton was such a hassle. Les was fine with the physicality but it was troublesome. It takes him a good hour and a half of walking to get everywhere.
The honey badger squinted his eyes at the hallways of the second-year high school students. Murmurs and whispers filled the grossly crowded concocted mess of a hallway. He couldn’t hear the full contents of whatever people were saying but from time to time he’ll here profanities and slurs directed towards him. As expected of an elite school.
The school of Cherryton tended to be quite a clique despite being a coed school. Goats wanted to be friends with goats, the dogs and wolves formed their own packs, and the usually unsociable cats were even together. This natural type of segregation happened in the dorm rooms since they were assigned by species.
(I can’t sleep at night, I can’t sleep during investigations which is now the day time, so when the fuck do I sleep.)
Les sat down at his desk and took out his textbooks to started reading it. For a honey badger, the best time was alone. No one to bother him, no one to talk to him, to get in his way, to fight him, so it was fortunate that honey badgers were left alone. The bell rang and student stumbled into the classroom and cheery and social like. As for the main character, he started to feel sleepy.
...and so he slept.
“Clearly…”
The detective lion and the bald eagle chief officer looked at each other with raised eyebrows.
“You all are fucking idiots.”
The two animals in charge looked back at the honey badger with disappointment as if they were shocked but also knew that type of remark was coming.
“I’m done here.” the honey badger stood up knocking his chair to the side.
“So is it a deal?”
The lion looked over with stern eyes watching the mess of black and white fur throw on his backpack to one shoulder, the textbooks weighing down to the other side.
“Do what you like, I don’t give a shit.”
And just like that, Leslie left the room.
The detective and chief looked over to each other sighing in unison.
“In what way does hiring a street thug a good idea to you?” The bald eagle asked shaking his head, his feathers ruffling up at the base of his neck.
The lion meekly laughed readjusting his glasses.
“Haha, it’s not like he didn’t have a choice. The kid knows his stuff, the back alley is his playground.” He picked up a stack of papers that were stapled neatly together by a paper clip and at the top of the page there written was a “90” in red ink. “Here, take a look at this.” He promptly gave it to the Chief.
“What is this?”
“It’s a mock exam that I had him take. Impressive right?”
The bald eagle had a dubious expression on his face. “How did you figure this ain’t some sort of trick? They be crafty those badgers.”
“I was watching him the whole way through...”
The bald eagle shot him another dubious expression that had conflicted undertones to it.
“...and this is precisely why I decided to use him for this job, a cat’s intuition so to speak. What do you think?” The proud lion said giving a cheery look as if sunflowers were shooting out from around him.
“And if-”
“And if he fucks it up, I’ll kill him myself.”
The lion continued to smile at his associate. The bald eagle just looked at the lion disapprovingly, thinking back to the “incentives” that were offered to the young honey badger in exchange for his loyalty to the police force. Chief Bald Eagle really didn't want crude language to make its way into the higher up but this idiot lion will be the source. He decided not to think too hard about any of it.
“At any rate, wasn’t Lessie cool in that uniform!” The detective nodded at his own achievement. “It was pricy too. He also didn’t care where he lived but I also got him a pretty decent apartment.” The rambling continued onward but the senseless sounds that came from the lion’s mouth needed no attention.
“Leslie Witt huh,” the Chief said to himself looking out the window through the blind, squinting from the sunlight.
The staggering Leslie squinted at the sunlight that shined through the morning clouds as he dragged himself up the hill. The aroma of the cherry blossoms that plagued the air in the path leading up to the school made his sensitive nose wrinkle up.
(I can’t wait for all of them to fall off the trees.)
He continued upwards.
“The newly formed college division of Cherryton has just been implemented. With the new additions to the school, we need to make sure Cherryton stays prim and propper as so the public perception of the Beastar candidacy doesn’t change. Cherryton is a slow school. After all, the production of a Beastar isn’t as fast as the other more prestigious schools.”
(This hill is too steep.)
“Your job is to identify the addicts and report back… well, or handle it as you see fit. As long as no one dies that is. We don’t want another ‘incident’ taking place inside of Cherryton.”
(‘Incident’ huh? Easier said than done.)
Les had time to spare before class started. The walk between his apartment, the police station, and Cherryton was such a hassle. Les was fine with the physicality but it was troublesome. It takes him a good hour and a half of walking to get everywhere.
The honey badger squinted his eyes at the hallways of the second-year high school students. Murmurs and whispers filled the grossly crowded concocted mess of a hallway. He couldn’t hear the full contents of whatever people were saying but from time to time he’ll here profanities and slurs directed towards him. As expected of an elite school.
The school of Cherryton tended to be quite a clique despite being a coed school. Goats wanted to be friends with goats, the dogs and wolves formed their own packs, and the usually unsociable cats were even together. This natural type of segregation happened in the dorm rooms since they were assigned by species.
(I can’t sleep at night, I can’t sleep during investigations which is now the day time, so when the fuck do I sleep.)
Les sat down at his desk and took out his textbooks to started reading it. For a honey badger, the best time was alone. No one to bother him, no one to talk to him, to get in his way, to fight him, so it was fortunate that honey badgers were left alone. The bell rang and student stumbled into the classroom and cheery and social like. As for the main character, he started to feel sleepy.
...and so he slept.
