[color=FFC0CB][h2]Pascal "Dolly" Harper[/h2][/color]
[b]Location:[/b] Subway entrance -> Platform
[b]Mentions:[/b] [@Lumiere]
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Getting to the subway was a cinch- for anybody else except Dolly. It was the morning rush hour, so every walkway was positively bursting with animals bustling about. At least with being small he could squeeze through tight crevices and openings, allowing him to hop between spaces in the crowd. The downside was having to avoid being stepped on. It was a game he’d been playing for a couple years now, though- he was practically a natural. What was he supposed to do about it, grow an extra foot in height? He would’ve if he could’ve. For now he was content with his lack of stature. Being small wasn’t so bad! Food was pretty cheap, and usually people didn’t bother him (usually because they barely noticed he was there). While continuing his journey, something caught his attention. Now, in New York, it was customary to [i]mind your damn business.[/i] He was caught off guard when somebody said something to him- did they, like, need help or something? He didn't quite catch what was said…probably due to being tired.

[color=FFC0CB]"Huh?"[/color]

Dolly looked to both sides and saw nothing. Damn, gone already? In fact, he didn't even notice that the rabbit was almost pushed into him. Must've not been that important. Okay, then… Back to business as usual. The stairs he was approaching were arguably the worst part about taking the train. Well, at least he didn’t need to go up them this time. Clutching a hand to one of the rails, the mouse hopped down from one step after another, acutely aware of masking just how much he needed to breathe. Seriously, who gets winded going down half a flight of stairs? He did. He was recuperating by the edge of the landing for a second. His foot was halfway to the next step when there was a heavy thud against his back.

Apparently it's hard to use a tail as a counterweight while holding it to your chest. With a reflexive squeak, Dolly was sent tumbling down the stairs. A mostly off-white whirl of fuzz. Thankfully, it wasn't too far down until he knocked into the legs of some other person. They, surprised by being hit with a mouse, turned to get a look at what happened. 

“You okay?"

Dolly didn't answer. Instead he pulled himself up and tried to ignore the lingering gaze of passerby. He was fine. He'd been through worse. Sure, his shoulder ached a bit and his nose was twitching with reckless abandon, but he was [i]fine[/i].

"You should be more careful there, little…uh, mouse.”

[color=FFC0CB]“I’m not that little-"[/color] He said this as he dusted off his sweater, but by then they were already gone. That was New York hospitality, baby!

Dolly was left feeling a little bit more dejected than usual on a subway platform entrance. Despite how crowded it was, he was surprisingly empty. He clenched his pink paws together in silent frustration. Cool. He could feel the pressure before the wind whipped his face. All thanks to the whiskers on his cheeks (which he needed to take a second to smoothen out). The train was going to arrive in 3, 2, 1…and he watched expectantly as the hunk of metal pulled into the station. At least he wasn't too late to catch the goddamn train.