Bounding across the street at the first safe moment, you speed walking on the the pavement, slipping between obese furs until you're close enough to grab a hold of the shoulder of the wolf, who yelped in surprise.
"Hey! Don't scare people like th-" he began while turning around. The wolf was silenced by your appearance. "Woah, you're the first..."
"Yeah, yeah. I know." you say. "Can we go somewhere to talk?"
The wolf nods. The two of you continue along the street until he spots an alley where you two duck away.
You and him exchange introductions. The wolf's name is James. And, much like yourself, he too found himself in this city for unknown reason. Unfortunately, James woke up in a dark alley in the middle of the night before in between a couple of racid smelling dumpsters. Keeping to the shadows, James kept out of trouble until, at dawn he found a laundromat where he had swipped the tent-like clothes he was wearing now. The only apparent patron was a tubby tiger who had dozed off waiting for his load to dry. James snagged an outfit from the dryer before the guy woke up.
"And maybe a few bucks from him too..." said James, pulling out a small wad of cash from his sweatpants pocket. "He shouldn't have fallen asleep at a laundromat if he was carrying all this cash on him."
"Well," you begin, "you need it more than he does, clearly."
"Yeah, and if the chunky butt need money, he could just skip a few meals." said James. "Speaking of 'chunky', have you seen the size of some of these people here? Massive, humongous."
"You don't need to tell me. I stole these from a clothing store and it wasn't even one of those special big-and-tall stores." You tug at your shirt for emphasis to show how incredibly baggy it is on you.
"Oh I know about it." James held open the waist of his sweatpants. Easily, two more furs his size could comfortably fit inside.
"Have you seen anyone else that was...well, not gigantic?"
"Nope. You're the first. I did see a couple of guys who were more on the muscular side, but still they had plenty of pudge on them too."
"Luck for them nobody seems bothered to be obese here," you reply.
"Yeah, I guess," said James. "Hey, do you want to stick together for a while? We're both outsiders here, and I like to think that I can trust a fellow skinny guy like you rather than one of these lardos. What do you think?"   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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