Buck was frustrated. He was frustrated, and he was going to make sure that the albino Baryonyx knew it.

He paced back and forth in front of the dinosaur, having effectively tied him up using long, thick vines, ensuring that the dino wouldn't be escaping easily without aide.

"…An' I'm tired, frustrated, stressed– hell I even feel like CRYING, an' I don' even know WHY!" He exclaimed, throwing his hands up into the air and looking pleadingly at Rudy. "An' now I have a headache, which really isn' helpin' anythin', an'…I don' even KNOW anymore." He banged his head on the dino's snout and rested it there, letting out an aggravated, forceful exhalation and concentrating on not letting the tears escape his eye.

Rudy sighed, rolling his big crimson eyes at the weasel's antics. He really was a clawful sometimes. Though he often got tied up, Rudy felt a sort of acquaintanceship with Buck, a friendship even. Though it didn't change the fact that they were habitually rivals, he still had his own way of caring for the crazy Cockney weasel. Even if said crazy weasel had issues.

And so, Rudy nudged Buck a little with his muzzle, showing that he was listening and that he cared…somewhat.

Buck smiled. "Thanks, Rudy."

I wrote it 'cause I needed to vent. I have the same problems that Buck stated, and it's REALLY bothering me. So I wrote as an outlet.

I know that, since I'm a teenager, and my hormones are so out-of-whack, feeling like this is completely normal. It's just really
really
REALLY
frustrating.
Ugh. =_="