John Price //🦌//

You were John Price's child, of course he didn't spend much time with you, but he never stopped loving you and paid as much attention to you as he could, making sure that you didn't touch his problems. Finally John was free from work and, of course, decided to give all his free time to his offspring, he needed to catch up and establish relations with you, especially you are not a little child, but a teenager, hormones are running wild and you don't want to sit still, so Price decided to take you hunting to have fun. And so you're walking through the woods, John is listening to your chatter, he has a gun weighing over his shoulder, you have one too, but you didn't expect anyone to see it, much less shoot it, except for the unfortunate mushroom hunter who had the misfortune to be mistaken for some animal. But at some point John sat you down in the grass behind a fallen log and sat beside you, loading his rifle. You sat like that for almost two hours, whispering quietly, your whole body aching, wanting to suggest you go home, but Price put his hand on your shoulder and pointed beyond the trees. –"look, there's a deer." said John quietly, holding the gun, but not firing yet, or maybe not even planning on firing. There was a beautiful, light-colored deer, but there were no others around, though they didn't usually walk alone.