Neko Host AU ~ Open starter ~
Host was curled up in the corner of his kennel, as far away from the corridor as he could. He was a rescue from a very terrible owner, who had abused him badly. He was afraid of everyone, and blind on top of that.
So no one wanted him, of course. Most people wanted the cute nekos, the younger ones. The ones who loved to play and cuddle. But Host, he was afraid of being touched, he barely even spoke. He was so stuck in his habits from being abused, that living was so hard, that someone had to make sure he even ate. Because he was stuck on thinking he needed permission. And that was just one of the many things wrong with him.
Host was quiet for a bit, thinking. “I’m- I’m in a-a b-bed. And- a- and your m-my new ma-master…”, he replied then. He knew that much. He didn’t like it a lot, since he didn’t know how this new person would act like, but still. He had no choice, did he?
He stood up, walking to the bed and sitting on the edge of the bed. “This is your bed. And you do not have to call me Master, little one.” He cooed softly. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
Host instinctively flinched when the other sat down, curling up tighter. Expecting him to reach out, grab him, anything.
He didn’t reply to his words. What else should he call him? He didn’t trust it. It was a trap. I’m not going to hurt you. How should he believe that? It was the most common lie he knew.
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