Yet another Lizard Tales fic! Context
Race had only gone to the pet shop to pick up food for his sister’s hamster. There had been a trade: she was going to do his share of the washing up if he went out and got the food for Hamschen. He was about 60% sure he was going to get back and find her still sat in front of the television with no inclination to move, but the 40% chance that said otherwise seemed worth the risk. So he’d walked a couple of blocks and found the nearest pet store, asking the guy behind the counter where the hamster food was and following him down an aisle. When he’d pointed out the food he gave Race a smile and headed back around the corner to the register.
“Damn, he’s cute,” Race whispered, staring after him.
A movement to
his left caught his eye and he turned to find a tank of lizards opposite the
hamster food. There was one bearded dragon sat on top of a large rock, poking
his tongue out at him. Now, Race didn’t speak lizard but he was entirely sure that
it was telling him to give the guy his number.
“I’m not asking him out,” he hissed, aware that the boy in question was just around the corner.
But the lizard either didn’t understand or just plain didn’t care because it just stuck its tongue out again, looking wholly apathetic.
“No.” The lizard did it again. “No.” And again. “No.”
the lizard wasn’t a problem anymore because the employee – his name badge had
read ‘Spot’ next to where whatever his real name was had been scribbled out
with Sharpie -was leaning against the stack of cat carriers at the top of the aisle,
barely holding back a mocking smirk.
“What are you doing, dude?” Spot asked, amused.