[b]DONOVAN HORSKA[/b]

Donovan had fully expected to see the flaming depths of hell when he opened his eyes. His chest was heavy, being crushed by something. Was this some sort of divine punishment for all the emotional damage he had inflicted with his powers during his lifetime? Donovan attempted a groan but struggled to breathe. Death by flying puma was bad enough. He didn’t need some sort of poetic justice to rub it in. The ground he was lying on surprisingly lumpy too. So uncomfortable. After a while the weight seemed to shift and lessen a bit. He found the courage to crack an eye open and saw … a half naked girl? Oh no.

Her skin colour indicated that she was of African descent but that did not at all explain why her black dress was torn to shreds. While it wasn’t the first time he’d had a half naked girl on top of him (and hopefully not the last, eyyy) Donovan couldn’t help but get flustered. He needed to be emotionally prepared for these sorts of activities; he couldn’t just have it thrust upon him with no warning! He felt his heart beat faster in his chest, which was underneath the girl’s … ANYWAY, he needed to find a way out quickly. He could already hear some bloke a distance away cackling at the situation. While he did feel stupidly embarrassed, he couldn’t even blame the guy. It was like the start of a bad joke; an irate nerd, a manipulative asshole and a shape shifting puma-girl walk into a magic school. And Donovan ended up being at the literal butt of the joke. 

The girl cheered gleefully in some foreign language and Donovan’s spirits dropped even further. Great, he had a language barrier to deal with too. And how old was this kid? Was she really that excited to be dog-piling (puma-piling?) people? God, Donovan prayed that he wasn’t going to get into deeper shit for this. The only thing worse than getting tackled by a half-naked teenage girl was getting tackled by a half-naked child. And Donovan was NOT into that sort of shit.

He desperately took in his surroundings, looking for any sort of way out. His powers were out of commission so he couldn't use those. Then a memory struck him. He was at a friend’s house. The pet cat was in his lap and Donovan was teasing it by waving around the drawstring of his hoodie. The cat batted furiously at the drawstring and Donovan earned himself a nasty scratch on his chin in return for the teasing. Would this logic apply to puma people too? Donovan had seen tiger enclosures with those sorts of swinging toys so maybe it wasn’t a terrible idea?

Don jostled underneath the girl; unintentionally driving an elbow into the uncomfortable lump he was lying on (which turned out to be Glasses. Sorry not sorry, dude). He lifted his fist, the one he had plunged into the bag earlier and waved around the colourful string in front of the puma girl’s face. For the love of god, please work.

[color=f26522]“Woah there, kitty!”[/color] he cooed in a baby-talk voice. He knew she wouldn’t be able to understand him so he had to rely on his tone to carry across the message. [color=f26522]“Pretty string! You want the string? You want the string?”[/color]

Upon further inspection, he saw that the string actually was a lovely shade of red. If he lost a few levels of sanity, maybe he’d even be able to see why Glasses went batshit insane. Honestly at first he didn’t even think about how his plan would piss off poor old Glasses down there but when he realised it, he grinned, shaking the string with even more enthusiasm than before.

[@January] [@Riffus Maximus]