RebelofHonor
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Jan 29, 2013
A young man of the ever so classic age of twenty-one named Cyrus was walking down a street towards the parking lot where he had left his car. There wasn't much to him look wise he merely looked like a worn out college student. Bags under his eyes, long messy hair, a hoodie and sweat pants.. Normal stuff clothes wise, but his height of 6 feet probably drew a few eyes if nothing else. If his parents new he was dressing like this for the average day, but hey, every kid went through a bit of a rebellious phase at some point right? Cyrus just so happened to prefer comfy clothes over something like a suit.
On his way home the young man had a cigarette dangling from his mouth as he carried home his dinner from the local deli where they made his preferred types of sandwiches. The young man knew he should really try to kick his smoking habit, but damn if nicotine wasn't something that was easy to get adjusted to. Taking one last drag of his death stick Cyrus flicked the thing off to his side down an alleyway, eyes following it's flight path. But something wasn't normal.
Is that a girl? Why the heck is she sitting in an alleyway all alone, wait no, two of them and they look so small? Whatever, it isn't my problem....... God dammit it is my problem I can't just leave them there alone.
Walking over to the girl's crouching form he tried to get a better look at them. "You two okay? It's really cold out, almost winter, you shouldn't be out here alone." He asked as he sat down in front of the girls.
It was obvious that these two girls were Nekos, he could see the tails attached to their rears and if they were out here all alone at this hour that probably meant that their owner had abandoned them. Cyrus had never cared that the cat-race was treated like they were inferior to his own. They didn't deserve that kind of treatment, especially not something like abandonment in an alleyway.