Milo wasn't quite sure… how he kept accidentally doing these things. Like right now, for example, why was he hosting an impromptu rat cuddle session? He'd just sat down under a tree for a break, started petting and chittering to his rats, and then people started wandering up to him. At first with shy but with obvious curiosity, and then outright enthusiasm.
The fact that people knew him now, enough to approach him and not be scared even when he wasn't 'officially' out doing election related things, that was. Weird. This was so weird. But he was going along with it, albeit rather bewildered about the whole situation.
Milo had his back to the tree, long legs spread out and a few rats on them while others were being held or trotting around. It was also odd for others to be cooing at them, when it was usually just him doing that. He kept a careful eye out now to make sure everyone was being nice to his small and soft friends, occasionally making gentle corrections to the way someone was treating them. The physical rats that followed him around at school were very domesticated and friendly, the spirit rats were independent and intelligent, and both types were received with a lot of entertainment.
At some point, the word mascot was mentioned, and then it was pretty much set. He'd gotten a campaign helper other than his one 'just talk to people like equals and be there for them' strategy. On total accident. Milo sighed.
Sure, why not. Fuzzy mascots.
The fact that people knew him now, enough to approach him and not be scared even when he wasn't 'officially' out doing election related things, that was. Weird. This was so weird. But he was going along with it, albeit rather bewildered about the whole situation.
Milo had his back to the tree, long legs spread out and a few rats on them while others were being held or trotting around. It was also odd for others to be cooing at them, when it was usually just him doing that. He kept a careful eye out now to make sure everyone was being nice to his small and soft friends, occasionally making gentle corrections to the way someone was treating them. The physical rats that followed him around at school were very domesticated and friendly, the spirit rats were independent and intelligent, and both types were received with a lot of entertainment.
At some point, the word mascot was mentioned, and then it was pretty much set. He'd gotten a campaign helper other than his one 'just talk to people like equals and be there for them' strategy. On total accident. Milo sighed.
Sure, why not. Fuzzy mascots.
