and i cannot control it (the way you're making me feel) | patpran oneshot

and i cannot control it (the way you're making me feel)

A goose is following Pat.

It's not a weird goose. Just your run of the mill white-feathered, yellow-beaked, annoying goose. And yet it decided that today it will keep Pat company by following him.

The goose hisses.

Nope, nevermind, scratch that– a goose is herding Pat around campus like a sheepdog.

Pat hisses back as he continues to walk forward. If he hadn't already gotten bitten he'd try to make a run for it (well, he did, and now his thumb is wrapped in toilet paper).

They're in one of those buildings that are open to the outside. Pat isn't sure which since he's been too focused on where the bird wants him to go rather than where he is. He thinks they could either be in the architecture faculty or communication arts. If it's communication arts maybe he's being lead towards Ink–

As if hearing his thoughts, the goose walks closer to him, butting it's head on his inner knee, urging him to go faster, and causing him to almost fall.

Pat sends a grimace back and picks up his pace.

They turn the corner and see Pran walking alone in the hallway.

The goose doesn't have to do anything because Pat's already jogging up to him.

"Pran!" he whines as he slows to a stop in front of the other man.

Pran looks around them to make sure they're alone before acknowledging Pat with a nod.

"This goose won't leave me alone and they're ruining my midday Carly Rae Jepsen power walk!"

"What?" Pran asks. He looks around Pat. He makes eye contact with the goose who is now sitting on the floor. Its feathers seem almost to be shimmering in the sunlit outdoor hallway, like magic of some sort.

It almost looks at Pran like it's smiling.

Pran just shakes it off.

Geese are weird.

Pat groans. "My Carly Rae—"

"No, I know about your power-walk-strut-thing, you've been doing it since high school," Pran says, interrupting. A spark glints in Pat's eyes, but Pran continues, "I'm asking about the goose."

"Oh," Pat says, smiling sheepishly. Then, dramatically, his face falls and he turns to the goose, pointing at it with his arm outstretched as far as it can go. "They won't leave me alone!" he tattles.

"They?" Pran looks around for more geese.

Pat drops his facade and puts his hands on his hips. "Well I can't exactly ask for their pronouns, Pran."

"It's a goose!" Pran sputters.

"Yeah, and?"

A second goes by of Pran asking himself if Pat is being serious right now, and when Pat's face doesn't crack, Pran sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. "How did all of this start anyways?"

"Okay, so..." Pat then explains how he had just begun his Carly Rae Jepsen power walk when he passed by the pond.

("You know, the one near the bus stop we're working on."

Pran holds in a groan. "Pat, there is only one pond on campus."

"Oh.")

There were a great number of geese there as usual. They're pretty tame, as far as geese go, only really ever bothering students if the students bother them first. Instead of that happening though, one sauntered away from the group and made its way to Pat.