Patricia oneshot

>It's hot as hell today, and being inside this costume doesn't help in the slightest.
>However, being able to see those smiles makes it all worth it.
>I can't believe my dream job happened to be a part time one.
>I'm now the mascot of Everfree Land; Ursa Minor.
>I would have called her Ursula, or Minorina, but I still llike the name; every time I wear the costume, I say in my mind -I'm coming inside a minor-
>Damn it Patricia, stop it! your love for children is not sexual!
>Don't think for a second about their soft cheeks, their cuddly bodies, their naive mindset, or how they'd think nothing bad if you take them by their hand to a secluded place and...
>What the fuck am I thinking?!
>The reason I took this job is to be surrounded by children in
a controlled environment; in this way, if I see them continuously being annoying, I may finally get rid of this creepy obsession.
>Today's just been the usual, some kids kicking me left and right, I hate it, yet I don't seem to have enough of it. At least I'm starting to see flaws in them.
>After a whole day of giving balloons away and hugging children, non sexually; I happen to see a vision, I thought was reserved only for the paradise that's my school, Sweetie Belle.
>She may be a bit too old; but, those tender cheeks, small nose, huge round eyes, short stature and those cute little lips. Oh, I'd love to give her a good night kiss after telling her a fairy tale.
>Damn, I'm doing it again.
>She seems to be lost, I guess I'll watch over her, to make sure she's safe.
>Why don't I go and talk to her? Well, she's too irresistible, talking to her will waste all of my efforts at desensitizing me from children.
>She wanders around aimlessly, as if looking for someone, is it something like, her first date? So cute!
>A few minutes later, the racist kid from my school pokes my back.
>"Excuse me sir," I'm s girl, you sexist, "have you seen a white girl about this height?"
>Is this guy dating my Sweetie? Not on my watch!

>Swift as lightning I proceed to kick his balls.
>Or so I tried. The suit restricts my movements, making me fall.
>Somehow it looked like a dance move, and I fell pointing at my sweetie with one of my arms.
>Taking notice of her, the racist calls, "Miny Aryan, over here!"
>How can he yell that in public?
>"Norman, how did you find me?" The cute girl says.
>"Ursa Minor told me." He replies.
>They help me up and say good bye, not before...
>"Thank you so much, Ursa." came out from the girl's sweet lips.
>The bliss of her smile is enough to make me forget my defeat at hands of that racist; I can't believe she's dating him.
>"Let's go Mini Aryan, your sister's been looking for you all over the place."
"Oh, yeah! she's not taken!"
>They give me a weirded out look.
"I mean, that doll at that stand over there, I want it for my little sister"
>"Oh, that's nice, I guess." Says the racist. "Good bye, and thanks again."
>As they walk away, my mind is filled by a sole thought.
>This is the best job ever.