Avery was sick of the city.

The cars were constantly rushing by, scaring him every second of every hour. The forest was a thirty minute bike ride away, and he couldnt always make it there like he wanted to. The streets were crowded most of the time, which was a big problem for someone who was frightened of most people. Which brought him to one of the main reasons he hated the city: the overabundance of people. People were mean. People were scary. People were vicious and violent and bloodthirsty, especially when faced with things they didn't like or understand. And when you had antlers sprouting out of the sides of your skull, you sort of advertised yourself as different and not easy to understand. Oh, yes. Avery had had his fill of people for quite some time.

Avery had his eyes cast down, away from all of the eyes he could feel on him. He instead toyed with the old, Polaroid camera he had hanging around his neck, flipping the front of it open and closed, charging the flash up over and over again, trying his best to distract himself. He could hear a few people whispering as he walked by their groups, and while he couldn't totally make out what they were saying, he could hear a few choice words, ones he was very accustomed to hearing by this point in his life.

[i]Weird.
Creepy.
Strange.
Fucking furry.
Target.[/i]

And they never got easier to hear. Avery sighed, letting out a long, shaky breath as he tried his hardest to focus on where he was going. The flower shop around the corner. There were lots of arrangements there. They were the closest to the forest he was going to be able to get to, for the time being, and he needed to make the best of it. He was going to go in and take pictures of the flowers, if he was allowed to. God, he hoped he was allowed to, he really needed to be able to take pictures, he really wanted to relieve some of this stress and nervousness.

Glancing up, he noticed that the flower shop was there, at the end of the street. He sped up his stride, keeping his eyes on the front door, trying his hardest to avoid the gaze of the general public as he practically pranced towards the door of the shop, tugging it open and rushing inside, closing the door quickly behind him. The defined sound of metallic jingling above the door signified his presence, and hopefully, his safety for the next hour or so. He brought  hand to one of his antlers, tracing his thumb along a small, serrated, two inch deep gash near the base of it as he looked around. From what he could tell, the only other person in the shop was the girl who was working. His heart dropped slightly when he noticed that she didnt have ears, or a snake tongue, or tiger stripes, or some other animalistic feature. She, for all intents and purposes, was a totally normal human being who could absolutely see him and hate him.

"H-hello?" He called out softly, taking a step in, nervously. "Excuse me?"

He took a breath, then, trying to fake some confidence long enough to start a conversation, he looked at the woman running the shop, smiling kindly, hands grasping the straps of his camera as he walked towards the long table in the center of the shop.

"I, uh, I was wondering if I could take some pictures? Of the flowers? I'm a nature photographer, and the forest... I cant make it out there today, and I've really been itching to take some pictures with this camera I bought at the thrift store, and I just got film for it, and these flowers are so... pretty, and colorful, and I was wondering if I could take some photos of the Boat Orchids? I'll be quiet, I wont disrupt any other customers, or anything, I just really wanna take some photos."