Percival
Location: Herbivore Dorms - Winter Festival Entrance
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Finals week had gotten to Perci, it was obvious. He was awful at studying, so most of the time he ended up reading the vocabulary words out of the textbooks and getting sidetracked on YouTube. The goat had found himself wishing he paid more attention in Art History… But, finals week had finally relented, and his depressive mood seemed to have lifted a little bit the night before. Grant, Fenzi, one of her roommates he didn’t know very well, and another one of Grant’s friends had come over and had a few drinks. It was to celebrate getting over testing. They were all incredibly lame, and mostly played drunk Mario Kart (or whatever the equivalent is here) before passing out or going back to their dorms.
When Perci woke up in the morning, he wasn’t entirely sure what was happening. A fuzzy paw was gently shaking him awake. He opened his eyes to see the blurry shape of Fenzi standing by his bed. He squinted while he looked at her. She’d crashed in his room, which wasn’t that uncommon, so he wasn’t surprised when he saw her.
“Hey,” The bunny started, “Heeey-”
Perci grabbed his pillow and rolled over to ignore her, but she grabbed his arm and continued to shake him. He finally relented and threw off his covers. “Okay, okay, I’m awake-” He sighed. “What’s your deal?”
“Dude, you have to get ready for the festival, “ she answered while crossing her arms. “I’ll be back with the synth and whatnot in like half an hour, but I need to go back to my dorm. Will you be ready by then?”
Perci, who was hungover and still groggy, took a minute to process what she’d just said. Festival...festival… Oh, fuck, the Winter Carnival started today! “Fuck- Yeah, yeah, I’ll be fine,” he lied. Fenzi raised a brow. She knew how Perci was and was skeptical.
“Uh-huh…” The goat yawned and then slid off the bed, wearing an oversized shirt like a nightgown. Fenzi politely left him to get dressed. Perci felt like hell, and his mouth tasted weird and kind of musty. He shuddered and decided to go brush his teeth before anything.
Perci was in the bathroom, drying off his face after washing it when his phone buzzed. Fenzi? He glanced over but wasn’t able to read the screen without his glasses. She could wait, couldn’t she? It’d only been about five minutes. He waited until after he finished brushing his teeth before checking his phone. He let out a funny wheezing sound when he noticed it was Marcello who had messaged him. “See you at the show”. Fuck. He totally forgot he invited Marcello on Monday. They hadn’t made much progress and only spoke about the final for the one class they shared. Fenzi was right, he was trying too hard. Fuck! He didn’t even know if he was gay-
The goat stared at himself in the mirror, feeling quite small and focusing on every flaw on his face. There weren’t many, but he had a knack for making a big deal out of nothing. He jumped when he heard a knock on the door. It was Grant. Perci grabbed the makeup bag he kept underneath the sink and retreated back to his room, tail twitching.
When Fenzi came back, Perci was fully dressed. The rabbit was dressed as well, strutting a neon vinyl jacket over her outfit, which was completely black (aside from the high-top shoes, which were also neon). Perci, however, sported his usual hoodie and another set of jeans. Aside from a bit of eyeliner, his face was plain. Fenzi looked surprised.
"You going to the show like that?- what happened to our plan of matching colors?" The rabbit inquired.
Perci shrugged off her question and picked up his drumsticks, which were on the floor under a pile of t-shirts. "It's too cold for that," he muttered. Fenzi, who was eyeing his ever-thickening coat of white fur, didn't look convinced.
"Right, well Grant's making toast so you should grab some before we leave," Fenzi instructed before leaving the goat to be.
Perci didn't feel hungry. He'd never actually...played a show before. A few weeks ago, he'd jumped at the idea. Now that it was actually happening, he was terrified. He didn't look very anxious, but the bit of gray fluff that made up his tail was twitching madly. He half-bounded out of the room, looking exceptionally goat-like.
Grant was indeed making breakfast. He stood on a small step-stool to reach the counter. Grant was indeed very small, but not small enough to fit in the tiny animal dorm. However, he was still too small to be able to use the shorter herbivore dorms. He, certain small dogs, and some cats shared the same pain. Grant was used to it by now. Perci gave his roommate a nod, and he nodded back. They weren't very talkative with each other, and this morning was no exception. Perci grabbed a piece of jam-covered toast, shoved it halfway into his mouth, and took another in a napkin.
Fenzi grabbed the end of her friend's unbroken horn and shook it a bit, making his head wobble. To Perci, it was like a pat on the head. "Relax, dude, we're gonna have fun." He merely shrugged in response. If it wasn’t obvious, he did not want to go on stage. In fact, he’d rather still be in bed. Perci wondered why his friend insisted he wake so early… She could run the stall with somebody else, right? The goat’s depressive mood seemed to be creeping in the longer he was awake. Ugh.
“I need coffee,” Perci complained.
“We’ll get some at the fair, so hurry up.”
The pair of herbivores arrived at the festival rather quickly, not speaking much. Perci spent his time reluctantly chewing on his first toast slice, but wolfed down the second when reminded how hungry he was. The scent of treats and other snacks wafting from the fairground awakened his appetite. Hopefully there was coffee. Fenzi showed the grizzly bear manning the entrance a piece of official looking paper and her school ID. The rabbit had to nudge Perci to show his student ID to the bear since he was preoccupied with sniffing the air.
There was indeed coffee at the carnival. A breakfast-themed booth sat by the entrance, attracting many customers. The line was long, but Perci didn’t seem to care much. Fenzi, on the other hand, was much more annoyed. She took him by the upper arm and tried to pull him away.
“C’mon, dude, I gotta take over at the booth. Can’t you wait another five minutes?”
Perci let out a snort. “Naw, I’m damn tired.”
“You’re insufferable sometimes, y’know? I’ll just go on my own. Meet me there and don’t get lost,” Fenzi retorted.
“I’m not gonna get lost- I’m not 12, and you’re not my mom,” he answered with a yawn. However, she had spun around and left by the time he answered. Perci crossed his arms. He wasn’t THAT insufferable, was he? Sure, he was irritated that his friend thought it was a fucking war crime to be tired and grumpy.
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