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Rawrporate Downsizing. © Tsumi '14 Characters Themselves.

It was strange for him to feel self conscious. Not that being a dinosaur, in a nicely ironed button-up and slacks, towering heads over his colleages didn't draw attention to him, that's just how things always were.

His shirt itched over his thick hide as he entered into the lengthy office behind a far shorter coworker. The rabbit in a modest suit and tie. The lape took a seat, and with one spot left, Rawr awkwardly squeezed into the far too small chair that remained for him. His legs bumped the underside of the table, making him wince, in both a panging ache, and sheepishness as several pairs of eyes passed over the red-coloured dinosaur, before returning to the head of the table. The chatter in the room was at a bare-minimum, it was quite uncomfortable indeed.

Or maybe that was just his tail, trying to find a comfortable position. It didn't fit in the hole in the chair usually designed for tails.. The last one he'd tried, he'd gotten out of, and wandered home, with it still soundly stuck to his tailbase.

He didn't much like meetings. Stuffy, like the shirt he was wearing, (it was difficult, after all, to iron a shirt with claws.) He would much rather have gone without.. At least he didn't have to wear polo shirts anymore.. the number of those he had ripped on the bone-like protrusions that rose from his cheeks and above his earholes..

Rawr's slitted gaze roamed from his clasped hands, towards the center of the table. A small tray of biscuits, the company's hopeful attempts at a comfortable, yet affordable atmosphere..

The large dinosaur could only wilt a little bit as he reached over towards it, plucking up one of the chocolate chip cookies. Holding it between two claws, he appraised his catch.. 6 chips, of dark chocolate. It spoke only of the length the company was going to, to save a dollar. They were 99 cent biscuits.. His stomach gave a most queasy, audible burble to protest.

Another couple of pairs of eyes passed over him, and he promptly stuck the cookie in his lips, half way, in attempts to make it last.. He had nearly been late, had had to run full-kilter, arms tucked to his sides and all to make it here on time.. He hadn't had breakfast.

The door of the office opened, drawing the room's attention. An older gentleman- gentlecat? A bobcat in a much higher grade suit than most anyone in the room stepped in. A grave and peircing look to his eyes as he adjusted the manilla folder under his arm, and proceeded to the head of the table.

Rawr chewed faintly at his mouthful of cookie, unaware of the crumbs raining from his lips atop the head of the rabbit sitting beside him. The buck apparently heedless as well. Swallowing as the bobcat took his seat, the dinosaur fidgeted, trying his best to keep his attention on the older male.

But from the moment the manilla folder opened, and the older form began talking, all the dinosaur could make out was an odd buzzing noise. A ringing, deep in his ears. His mind swam, with words he didn't comprehend, or simply didn't care about washing over him.

His hands kept wriggling, wringing slightly, not so much out of nerves, as to simply do -something-. The cookie hadn't been too bad, all said.. A little dry, a little stale, perhaps.. but once it was on it's way, it had rather grown on him. The Dinosaur's thick tongue trailed along his lips as he reminisced faintly. He surely couldn't make a habbit of having cookies for breakfast.

Well, he -could-, being an adult. A -responsible- adult, but he shouldn't.

Though he very much would have liked to.. Shutting his eyes to the office, his nose twitched.. he could imagine great trays of fresh baked, broad cookies, topped with numerous, partly melted chocolate chips reflecting a warm light.. Big ones, thick, cream filled ones, ones as big as his jaws would allow.. Maybe more like a tube of cookies.. Just one long go of them.. The first one, for some reason, he imagined to be a little furry under his tongue.. But the flavour readily displaced any further notion of that. It was just a daydream after all.. A perfectly sating, delectable daydream of the breakfast he could be having right now.. The cookies were all a different shape. shifting oddly as they came from that apparently unending packet.. Dancing over his tastebuds, compacting a little into submission under his throat muscles.. filling out his stomach a treat. He groaned faintly, thickly, out of avid want for the cookies he could be having..

Something jerked in his throat.

He swallowed. ..Was having..? Rawr's eyes snapped open. He became aware of that ringing noise ebbing into complete silence. All eyes were on him, mouths had dropped, eyes were wide.. Had he nodded off..? He hadn't fallen out of his chair..

*Thump*

There it was again. In his gullet. He swallowed again, and blinked as he became aware of a pair of slacks-covered calves sitting in his muzzle, and a pair of pivoting bunny paws dancing before his lips.

His dark-sclera'd eyes widened slowly in realization.. But as his eyes faintly passed around the table, he felt himself slowly slurping in those legs with a long, low drawn out noise as though he were working down the largest strands of spaghetti in the world.

The feet slid over his tongue, and over the back of his tongue with the barest little 'glck!', the bulge of rabbit sluicing down his gullet, to blissfully distend his belly with a faint pop of a couple of his shirt buttons. Well, it would have been blissful if the table didn't impact his gut.

It instead forced a belch from his lips, a belch that was more roar, than burp. And with it, the stunned silence erupted in chaos. The meeting broke with screams and a sudden flux of chairs scooting back, bodies clambering, scrambling to get away from the dinosaur that had just leaned over and swallowed a rabbit out of the chair next to him.

Rawr's hands raised, as if he were trying to placate the crowd. They fumbled and flailed for the door, unable, in their terror, to open the door. The chaos and mayhem, the noise, brought that odd ringing into the back of his mind again. His eyes darting from person to person, the screams pressing in on his ears. His fingers began curling. He recognised, in the far off portion of his brain that barely held to consciousness, that it was a bad sign. The change was happening.

'No, no, no.' he tried to rumble, managing only to growl and snap after the nearest person, flashing fangs, but missing them. His arms drew in against his sides, hands curling into fists, save for a couple of fingers poking out. Rising to his feet, the great dinosaur stooped, his shirt and pants most uncomfortable, and definitely not designed for rampaging.

But as one terrified sheep-woman looked back, catching his eyes, his recognition of people failed, and with heavy tromping steps, the dinosaur charged in, hungry, fueled by the frenzy of terror before him that was most unlikely to end any time soon. With a great room-rattling Roar, he seized the goat in his jaws, beginning to toss his head back, swallowing eagerly.

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The office was silent. Stillness all about.. The door opened slowly, with a meek figure peeking inside. A pink-haired moogle, blinking over the tray of coffee and fresh packet of biscuits he was carrying.

Chairs were upturned, one of the long tables upended and broken in two. There were clothes strewn about on the floor. And at the head of the table, amidst a pile of scattered papers with a comically large bite taken out of them, lay a very large dinosaur, Sprawled over a couple of chairs that struggled in vain to hold his collossal, lounging weight.

'O-.. Oh. Is.. is the meeting.. over, kupo? Am I late..?' Spoke the young secretary.

Rawr's eyes snapped open. Passing from the roof, towards the destroyed room and over the cautious moogle stepping into the room. They passed over his immensely distended, bulgy belly, cheeks darkening, nearly to match the black, diamondish patterns over his face.

His hands slowly grasped at the buttonless edges of his ruined shirt, attempting in a painstakingly slow, awkward manner to cover his tummy.

~Fin.