fandomtownies | Furnado Animal Shelter; Thursday [09/05].

So, the small critter protest hadn't lost any of its steam since Tuesday, and Prompto was fine with that, they were easy enough to move around and he supported their little critter support of the squirrels, because solidarity was a beautiful thing, but, honestly? The more he thought about it, the more it started to, like, not make a whole lot of sense, and sat in the puppy pen, pondering over some petting, and then apologized to the little dudes as removed himself from the pen and went to go have a little chat with the guinea pigs and fancy rats, crouching down to talk with them better.

"Okay, but, like," he reasoned, "it's true, you can't buy acorns with rum, but, here's the thing. You'd don't need to buy acorns. They're just sort of out there, they literally grow on trees. Like, I could just go out there and probably spend about half a hour and come back here with pretty much a whole bucket of acorns. So, like, if the problem is the squirrels not getting enough acorns, I don't think that's a problem with their radio compensation, little dudes, there must be some sort of other black market thing going down elsewhere, or someone's trying to grift everyone by getting to all the acorns first. I think this goes way deeper than just the radio."

He had been thinking about this way, way too much.

Of course, that was when at least one protester decided to fling an acorn right at his head.

"Ow! Hey! Hey! That's an acorn right there! I really, really hope that was meant to be symbolic, because otherwise, I'm starting to wonder if this supposed acorn crisis is really as bad as you're making it out to be!"

And the critters just shook their heads, because he was entirely missing the point.

Furnado is open!