[It's like the ASPCA but for unicorns and shit. One of those pigeon/feral cat griffins is shrieking in a veterinary cage across the room, indignant at having to recover from its wing injury in such a place. Shinjiro's hand is still scratched to shit from the last time he had to change the litter in there. Little fucker.
Outside is the rehab paddock for the larger creatures, lining the walls is an array of mostly-vacant pens for critters, as well as all the donated supplies like blankets and food and whatever else.... And then in the middle of the room of the table, the most recent rescue that had been brought in! A heavy, dense, egg, carried in by a construction worker who had unearthed the den with a backhoe and thought "well since I touched it, the mom wouldn't come back, right?"
How the fuck no one noticed an entire dragon den before they started digging, he has no fucking idea, but he doesn't get paid to figure that shit out. (In fact, he doesn't get paid at all. That volunteer life.)
Anyway, for now he's cursing at the makeshift incubator, plugging in yet another ceramic heater, and trying to figure our where to clip it on the side of the box.]
What's the temp range on this supposed to be again? I feel like we're just gonna start a damn fire with this....
[is it even legal to keep this. Man, he has no idea. Someone's gonna come back from lunch and pitch a fuckin' fit.]
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Anything else?
[tag me with anything, request a starter, it's all good. Let's be dragon parents.]
Shinjiro Aragaki | Persona 3
[It's like the ASPCA but for unicorns and shit. One of those pigeon/feral cat griffins is shrieking in a veterinary cage across the room, indignant at having to recover from its wing injury in such a place. Shinjiro's hand is still scratched to shit from the last time he had to change the litter in there. Little fucker.
Outside is the rehab paddock for the larger creatures, lining the walls is an array of mostly-vacant pens for critters, as well as all the donated supplies like blankets and food and whatever else.... And then in the middle of the room of the table, the most recent rescue that had been brought in! A heavy, dense, egg, carried in by a construction worker who had unearthed the den with a backhoe and thought "well since I touched it, the mom wouldn't come back, right?"
How the fuck no one noticed an entire dragon den before they started digging, he has no fucking idea, but he doesn't get paid to figure that shit out. (In fact, he doesn't get paid at all. That volunteer life.)
Anyway, for now he's cursing at the makeshift incubator, plugging in yet another ceramic heater, and trying to figure our where to clip it on the side of the box.]
What's the temp range on this supposed to be again? I feel like we're just gonna start a damn fire with this....
[is it even legal to keep this. Man, he has no idea. Someone's gonna come back from lunch and pitch a fuckin' fit.]
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Anything else?
[tag me with anything, request a starter, it's all good. Let's be dragon parents.]