NEVER ! ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR GODDAMN MIND ? N E V E R - shouted the Royal's lawyer to Seb. Locked in his office, the two of them were arguiing. But we found him, Seb retorted. He doesn't have anywhere to go, and what better place to live than here? He's already part of the team! Even with the doors closed, most of the players, attracted by the commotion, were starting to gather and see what was going on inside. They knew what the fight was about. It wasn't hard to guess. A few days ago, before their first walkthrough of the day, they had heard a roar. Intrigued, a few intrepid followed the sound which seemed to stem from the equipment room. As they opened it, they found themselves face to face with a lion. No one knew how it got there, and no one knew how to speak lion to ask him. Yet, this meeting sounded like fate to them. Indeed, most players felt the team was missing a mascot, and this lion was nothing but a gift from the gods. Quarterstorm tried to roar in a friendly way. The lion roared back. Friendship had been established. To the surprise of no one on the team, Seb loved the idea of having a real lion as a mascot. It'll make us even more intimidating, he thought. Fast forward to now, a few days later. The team's lawyer weren't happy with the decision to keep a lion. He argued it was iffy from a legal standpoint. Seb argued Lions shouldn't be held to our laws as they can't read and don't know them. The lion roared in agreement with Seb. He had never had the chance to learn to read after all. The lawyer asked if having the lion in the room while they were talking was really necessary. Seb acted offended, answering it'd be ridiculous to have an argument without the principal interested present, knowing full well the lion was mainly here as intimidation tactic. The lawyer looked at the lion. The lion looked at him. Seb looked at them. The players were looking at the door, still closed. Suddenly, the lawyer pulled out his phone, ready to call PETA. He knew he had to be quick. Trying to outspeed a top CB was a mistake, he hadn't typed a single number that Seb had already jumped over the desk, tackling him on the ground. It was over. He had lost. He knew that whatever he'd do, they would keep this lion. He got up dejected. On the other side of the doors, some players were ready to pop the champagne already. The lion tried to go for a handshake but the lawyer declined, ashamed by his lose and the evident stupidity of everyone around him.
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