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timothy looked at the large behemoths with a smile, watching one kick around the ball. "I think it's cute. I mean, they're animals that live in groups and packs, and if one gets hurt the others go to help." and watched the other kick around the ball before looking at the others just standing there. "Plus you're big and cute. Are you an elephant?" he asked with a grin.

The man gave a laugh, giving Daren's hand a squeeze. "I meant because you're tall, broader than me and a gentle giant. Elephants don't attack unless provoked I think. And you definitely have not put on weight. I know I have though. Maybe I'm a baby elephant." and pat his own stomach. he'd have to start working on his muscles again.

"But I'm getting healthy." he said softly. "I'm getting healthy." and followed Daren around, on occasion having to drag him to an exhibit. There were so many interesting animals, so much to learn and see and it was exciting. Maybe he should have become a veterinarian instead of an accountant dash personal secretary. But his stomach grumbled and his bladder demanded to be emptied. "Popcorn is fine!" and ran to the restroom.

It was uncomfortable, quickly sliding into a stall instead of a urinal. He didn't want to expose himself around strangers just yet. Men's bathrooms were disgusting though, god it's like they were all still in toilet training. He finished and washed his hands before walking out. Now where had Daren gone?

A scream caught his attention and he turned, finding a rush of people quickly running away. Something about an escaped animal. What? He tried to push through the crowd to find Daren but someone pushed him down instead, giving a cry as he was stepped on, a soda falling on him as well. "Daren!" he called before something big and whiskery touched his face.

He focused and froze, staring at a lion. Oh god. Oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god.

His brain short-circuted and he only managed a small squeak, to which the lion responded with its roar, the man's eyes tearing up. out of all the ways to die.

But the sandpaper tongue raked over his soda covered face, glasses being pushed off before the big cat rubbed his head against the man, soon lying down and rolling over him, Timothy giving another whine as all god knows how many pounds rolled over him, and stopped on the other side, laying there rather content to be freed from the large enclosure.

"Help me." he whimpered, the lion giving another lazy roar making the man silence again, trying not to sob too loudly.

The lion glanced, hearing Daren and stared cautiously and curiously as the itty bitty piece of meat was tossed over.

He didn't even looked fazed, instead giving a yawn and laying down, shifting to nuzzle the crying human beside him, standing and sniffing before racking the sandpaper tongue over his face again, laying down with his large furry head on the possibly fractured chest.

The lion started purring, not quite easing the pain in his chest but certainly not making it worse.

"Pl-Please get off." and carefully moved his free arm to try and shove at the snout, feeling the fur and whiskers while pushing. The lion ignored it before raising its head and batting a paw at the hand and shifting to stand once more, head lowering to nuzzle before noticing Daren starting to move closer.

"Get away." Tim started to slide away, pushing before the paw landed on his chest, claws digging in to the stitches making him cry out while being dragged back to his original spot.

But Daren got closer and the lion paused, nostrils flaring before taking a step, Timothy forgotten while the golden eyes stared at the cup. It closed the rest of the way, sniffing into the cup before starting to drink from it.

Tim slowly started to stand, noticing the lion distracted, but then two people grabbed him and yanked him painfully away, man trying not to give a shout before sitting on a nearby truck, shirt being taken off to look at the wounds. His stitches had definitely come undone and were bleeding, not to mention the new claw marks.

A few more minutes passed and suddenly Daren was in front of him, hazel eyes looking up. "My chest just really hurts." he said "Dr. Madison must hate me for all the times I visit." and chuckled, reaching out to hold Daren's hand again. "We should get my stitches fixed up, then off to home to find out what to cook for the kids."

Timothy nodded, holding Daren's hand a bit tighter and about to say that being stitched right here would be fine but the woman mention them being daddies and his face flared up, immediately dropping Daren's hand. "N-No we're not--"

He started to speak at the same time as Daren but the owner came forward, speaking quickly, hands just as animated before giving all sorts of offers.

"A-All right, but," wait, if he said they weren't dating would the gifts be taken away? How could Tim choose between morals and greed? "I-It's okay. It wasn't your fault. M-Maybe he was just angry I didn't stop at his exhibit."