just another brick in the wall

Look at this handsome fellow, meandering his way slowly westward like the god damn Oregon trail. He'd seen some caged-up bunnies and had harassed them for a while until their squeals brought out a stern-faced - and tall - male to scold him. Oh god, spare him from lectures of morality. He might have stuck around to poke fun at the prey-lover and nibble on a few of his pets just to see him cry about it, but a peregrine falcon had joined the wolf and divebombed his head. She clearly had air superiority, and after a few knocks on the head he'd figured discretion, for once, was the better part of valor and he'd beat a hasty retreat.

Now his head was throbbing where the bitch of a falcon had hit him with her balled up talons like his poor skull was a duck she was trying to knock out of the air, and Demyan was in a full-on pout. They were just stupid bunnies, why did they care if he chased them? Why would anyone in their right mind keep prey animals around in cages anyway? Muttering imprecations under his breath and occasionally rubbing his head, he went to look for someplace to sulk and all he could find was the low, crumbling foundation of a building. Even that cool metal thing stank of some old codger that would probably conk him on the head with his walker. Fuck, even his sulking spot sucked today.

With a great deal more moaning and groaning than was really warranted, Demyan flopped down on the wall with his legs dangling on either side. Not that it was a particularly satisfying dangle. What was left of the foundation was too low for his legs to dangle properly, so his toes touched easily. Damnit, universe! With a scowl he pulled his legs up slightly so the toes didn't touch anymore, but now they couldn't get a good stretch going on either, so instead he stretched them out in front and behind. Like Superman, yo.