Davis Zoo sketchy folk
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It wasn't that he hated company or that he had no friends or that he preferred to be alone, though the last one was often true. Sometimes, though, it was just nice to take in the ambient sounds and blend into your environment, be one with nature.

This wasn't that. Zoos were not natural in the slightest, massive constructions built to house animals outwith their usual habitat. That considered, it made for a good place to go to hear sounds one wouldn't normally hear wandering the city, to see sights that weren't super common even in a place like Ridgefield where you'd hear about lions and tigers and bears in the local newsrags and on channels of ill repute, but local TV was... like that, a lot of the time. Or so he'd noticed in his travels.

Spencer knew it was quickly turning into 'not the weather for this', a good transition period during which the zoo wasn't overly crowded, but not unbearably cold to sit around in, and so he decided to give himself a day off (he hadn't booked any jobs for the day! responsible!) and came to sit in a little bordered clearing of the wallaby walkthrough, a stretch of the zoo where wallabies and a pair of big grey kangaroos lounged. Honestly, Spencer was a little wary of the roos, even if they seemed fairly chill for the moment, sprawled like perfect life-drawing models, still and relaxed.

It made them the perfect subjects for the reason he was here. It had been a while since he'd sketched for pleasure and he'd just bought a brand new sketchbook and some watercolour pencils. So he planted himself on a rock bench in the clearing facing the kangaroos and sketched away, barely noticing a tiny wallaby bounding up to sniff at his bag.
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