Animalistic

Introductions

Slowly, Max opens his eyes, rather rudely woken up by an obnoxious ringing sound on his desk. Ears droopy, and fur matted, he sits up, barely able to see sunlight through the cracks in the blinds. "Alexa, stop" the Jackalope grumbles, electing to go back to sleep. Suddenly, his body stiffens with a jolt of realization. Today was his best friend's birthday, and Max had almost forgotten. His friends name was Aaron, a canine companion whom Max had known for many years. Max has had the date memorized, so he doesn't understand how he could have possibly forgotten. He needs to think of something, and fast.

The yellow Jackalope gets out of bed, and picks up a grey hoodie from his floor. Lazy, he decides to put it on by itself, not having time to find a shirt to go underneath. He stands in front of his mirror, debating whether or not to take his pills. He was hungry, but he was also growing tired of making ramen every day by himself. He's been living by himself waiting for Volio to get back from a business trip in Germany, and has barely been to the grocery store. He usually likes to only go at night, since people stare at him. And his antlers. Mostly his antlers. He doesn't understand why some people believe he shouldn't exist, considering there are literally bright pink dragons walking around with solid orange bats. Hybrids are barely weird anymore. Nonetheless, he always hits his antlers on the doorway of 7/11.

Max hears a knock on his door, breaking his train of thought. He opens it to reveal his friend Shimmer, a dutch angel.

"Good morning!" she says. "Did you take your panic pills?"

"No." Max replies.

"Good. Today's a Dunkin Donuts day. Now go put some pants on."

It was every now and then that the gang would get together and go to Dunkin Donuts first thing in the morning. Usually just a thing to try and make a day start off right, although this time was probably to celebrate Aaron's birthday. Max knew Aaron was going to throw a party later in the week, but Max was more looking forward to the pair smashing light-bulbs in the woods for fun. Max usually forgets what happens at parties anyway, at least until the memories somewhat come back to him three days later. One time it got so bad that his friends still occasionally tease him about it to this day. "Mr. Don't threaten me with a good time" they called him. In only a friendly way, of course. They knew better than to make fun of Max.

"Aren't you coming?" Chimes Shimmer from down the hall.

Max grabs a six-pack of ramune and hops in the elevator. Most of his friends don't drink, and ramune was the only non-alcoholic beverage he had at this point.