D'Angelo sighed and closed the door on the apartment. Back in England. The lion dumped his bag on the bed and looked around. It was a pretty plush, if small hangout for him. High up in a hotel complex, nice view with a huge bed, a lazy boy style chair and a large TV.

Last season had been a nightmare. His constant groin injuries had niggled all season and had led to him not being able to run at full stride. His shooting had been weak as well. He had gone from being an elite player to one who was genuinely letting the team down, more a bench player than a world class one. D'A had had a few rows with Wendy, and at the end of the season he had hugged Wendy and told her he needed some space. He needed away from the cameras, the press, the pressure of their relationship, he just needed to shut down and process everything. He was now out of contract and he'd performed awfully at just the wrong time.

So he was here,in this hotel apartment, largely incognito (or as well as a very recognisable lion could be) to escape from the world. He knew that him being here would distress Wendy, but he also knew that getting his head together was best for Wendy too. He puffed his cheeks out and put on the TV, looking for anything, ANYTHING that wasn't the current ongoing FBA playoffs.

For the first time in a long time, he was going to sit, watch a film or some sport and enjoy a takeaway pizza. In his own little bubble, a mental retreat from the world. D'A had never wanted to be famous, he had never craved it. It had really snuck up on him. Previously he could have left America and very easily been unrecognisable to most but now, being with Wendy is was rather notorious. This is what he missed more than ever, a bit of alone time away from all that, and he'd waited many years. He'd stay here as long as he needed.

D'A sat watching some football (the real kind) and ate a large pepperoni and jalapeno pizza. He was going to get himself in the right frame of mind to turn things around. He owed it to Wendy, but he needed this time to himself…

As he watched the TV, he reaches for the telephone and called for another pizza....

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Long time no upload!

This was the result of a story vote in the Furry Basketball Association, which saw my character D'Angelo potentially ruin his career by eating too much whilst depressed.

Something a bit new for me to draw!

The Furry Basketball Association is curated by  rourkie

(to find out more go to wiki.furrybasketball.net)

D'Angelo and the story are by myself  lizzimba