A Doe in Buck's Clothing (Louis x Reader)

38: Setting Up Book 3

"YN." He turned to you in the car. "I've been having dreams about Haru recently."

Your face soured just a bit, but then went back to stoic. You didn't like the business this evening. This was shit icing on the shit cake.

"It bothers me to hear that, but I'm glad you're being honest. Do you miss her?"

"Yes."

"Who do you love more, me or her?"

"Neither. I love my fiancée Azuki."

"But if you had to choose her or I as, say, a dirty black market mistress." You prodded, smiling just a touch.

"Boss, we're here." Ibuki interrupted the strange conversation. "Sorry to interrupt."

"Don't worry. It was unimportant. Let's go. YN, stay in the car."

"Why?" You asked.

"Don't question me. Do as I say."

"I'm not really in the mood to, seeing as how you didn't answer my question." You crossed your arms. It was rare that you were abrasive like this and it threw Louis off. The news of segregation at school must have been hitting you hard. He looked at you stoically as he exited the car.

"I'd choose neither of you. I'd rather be alone and not deal with ridiculous feminine games." And with that, he shut the door. With a hmph, you sat with the driver. Why had he taken you out, only to leave you in the car? At the least, you were going to get a drink at the herbivore friendly bar.

"I'm going to that Tree Crocodile's bar. I'll be back after a drink or two."

Before the driver could even lock the doors, you were out and slinking towards the familiar place.

"Ah, hello again. Is Louis coming?" The lizard smiled at you.

"No, not today. I don't need that stupid antler head to come every time. Can I have a vegetable juice again? It reminded me of home." You sighed and sat down. A presence came and sat next to you.

"Should I take my stupid antler head and go? I'd hate to bother you when you seem so upset. And as a certified therapist, I have some stake in the wellbeing of others." A gazelle's eyes smiled at you. Was it a gazelle? You did a double take and notice some things that weren't characteristic of Gazella genus. His pupils were very small. His fur coloration was a bit off. The head was more triangular than oblong... "Please stop examining me, you're making me uncomfortable as an herbivore."

"Oh! OH! I am so sorry, sir." You lowered your head as an apology. "I don't eat meat, I mean I have, but against my will. Well, I guess I could leave, but I ate it for my safety and my friend. It makes me sick."

"You're... surprisingly honest. Are you being honest to make me comfortable or to make yourself comfortable?" He looked at you confused.

"I, uh, I don't know... I haven't gotten that far yet. Just practicing being honest, period."

"An interesting Chrysocyon brachyurus aren't you?" He laughed, "Put her drink on my tab."

"Oh! Thank you, but you don't have to. I get my drinks for free..." You sighed.

"Does it have to do with the original stupid antler head?" The gazelle leaned one arm on the table and put his head on his hand.

"Ugh, I don't want to talk about him."

"Let's not then. My name is Melon, I have a pHd in history. Do you want to hear something they won't tell you in whatever silly little school you go to?"  And of course, you nodded.