Marius Merganser
(duck)
<the bunny tilts her head slightly, on some level something seems to be clicking in her head. Seeing the pickles suddenly surrounding her on several guests as the new bunnies pass them around, her ears droop and her mood visibly drops, her eyes filling with sadness as she softly intones> No, I only decided on fruit as a nice gesture because of her trauma and thought it would be a nice idea. Perhaps I was wrong as you are correct, this is quite unusual as I do not know the new feline, but she is quite fascinating nonetheless. Perhaps if I got to know her more...but then, I do not believe she would want to know me more as she pushed me away!
<Marius looked tried not to look pained. Were Aurora's feelings for the new feline authentic? He still didn't regret telling off that cat.>
<she stands straighter now, as you can see her mind fighting itself as she works out her feelings> Love does not follow logic and therefore the emotional responses should not follow logic as well but that does not matter as I feel I must know her more so special guests happiness is maintained and we can all be together! If the massage does not work, perhaps we can attempt...hold. She is not special, as I have no criteria for this assessment. But why do I feel...I have no reason to...
<The duck stared at the floor as he listened, trying to block out the guilty feeling that started to scratch at the window of his soul. He didn't know why he felt the way he did towards Aurora at first either. The words, 'all be together' started to sink in. Were they not on the same page about the nature of their relationship? Could she feel the same way with just anyone else passing through? His heart sank even further.>
<she goes to more as if to reflexively hug you, then quickly stops herself and freezes in her fear, looking at you concerned. She sits down and holds her head sadly, staring listfully at the pickles the raccoons are now holding tightly like a crucifix as the unicorn cautiously lowers her shielding, trying to fight her disgust at the jeans that some of the guests are wearing> I do not wish to do anything more, not while there are so many pickles around that are not being eaten and savoured like they deserve to be. I have never felt sadness before, so why do I feel it now? I want all jeans to go away as well as they are horrible clothing but I cannot articulate why! I wish to hold you and love you but the thought of being touched makes my cardiac unit accelerate and I panic and I...I...
<Marius perked up suddenly. She tried to. She said she wanted to. Something unknown was holding her back. Now he was sure she was being manipulated and he was determined to find out what was going on. He wasn't going to let her slip away. >
<she sadly looks up at you, still keeping a distance while shaking more> Marius...error...am...am I malfunctioning? I have no logical reason for my emotional responses yet I cannot fight them! Please...I cannot control myself...please take these jeans and pickles away and help me. I-I will try to fight my desires but it feels impossible!!! Is this what being an organic is like, slaves to feelings and desires without reason or logic? I-I am sorry, please, I do not wish to hurt you, please, I do not like the emotion designation "sadness". Please Marius, make the sadness stop, I cannot take it...<she trembles more as her eyes dart from pickle to pickle as the unicorn and other guests watch her carefully from a distance with great concern and apprehension>
<Marius carefully sat down in front of Aurora, trying to block her view and keep her attention.>
"We all get sad sometimes." <He spoke softly.> "I don't think anyone enjoys it. But maybe it helps us appreciate the happier times we have? I know when I get sad, I'll just remember our dance competition. Or our time on the beach. Or our first physical hug. And I know I won't feel as bad..."
<He swallowed the lump in his throat.>
"And I'm hoping that maybe we can look forward to all of the of happier times in our future. Together?"
"How about if we get out of here? I hear the garden is lovely this time of night." <He gave her a wink.>
"You can trust me; I love pickles, and I'm not wearing any pants."