At the word ‘zoo’, Robin got very quiet. Her face held an expression of pure disgust. They weren’t animals, despite what they could shift into.
For the first time in her life, she wished that her Other was something big, strong, ferocious, and feared. Something that would have no problem severely harming a grown human. Something like a rhino, or a tiger, or maybe even something like a gorilla or hippo. Fennec foxes – like her and her twin’s Others – were at most four pounds, less than the average house cat. Fun, adorable, and sometimes annoying, yes, but strong enough to rip Marcus’s arm off? Not exactly.
“So we really are entertainment, huh?” She asked the rhetorical question, not expecting an answer.
Richard gave her a pained look as he nodded, and pulled her into a tight hug. She just stood there.
“I did tell you,” he whispered, burying his face in her hair. With a sigh, he released her to hold her hand. She watched him refocus on Xavier. “Alright. Grab a mat and try to get some sleep. It’ll be a long day tomorrow.”
Hazel eyes met hers. “You can take mine. I prefer to sleep in my Other form anyway. Warmer, most of the time.”
Robin let him lead her over to his mat, where he seemed to have amassed a couple of blankets and a pillow, as well. From her first glance around the room, not everyone was lucky enough to have these. She wondered what her brother had had to do in order to get them, but then quickly pushed that through from her mind.
Callie had shifted and settled down in her impressive mound of blankets and pillows. Apparently, it paid to be top bitch around here. Xavier was just looking around, seeming to try to sort things out.
It was all so pitiful. The mats didn’t look comfortable, just barely above something a summer camp or preschool would give kids to nap on, the kinds that were designed to be hosed off in case of ‘accidents’ or whatever. She really didn’t want to have to sleep on this thing. It was infuriating.
Even so... she would need every bit of strength she could get in order to plan an escape. Laying down on her side, she gestured for Rick to take the pillow.
“It’s more than enough room, especially for your Other. You shouldn’t sleep on the floor.”
Rick pulled the blankets up over her before shifting. The small, sandy-colored fox then curled up on the pillow, close to her. He let out a small noise, and tickled her nose with his tail.
Despite herself, she smiled. It was good to have found him again, even if they were trapped in this horrible place. She had missed him so much.