Tag: anon

The taller male kneeled down by Host, then settled onto a small blanket. “Hi, Host. My name is Kamci.” He spoke softly and gently, just like he had been taught. “May I ask you some questions? If not I promise I’ll leave you alone, okay?”

Host tried to look in Kamci’s direction, though it was obviously hard for the blind neko. He did listen to him quietly, and he stayed still where he was curled up on his pillow.

“Okay..”, he mumbled in reply and nodded lightly. He could do questions. He knew someone safe was nearby if he felt unsafe or threatened in any way too.

“Ah… forgive me. I would like to talk to him if you would be willing…?” He asked softly. Host was a beautiful Neko. The eyes, if not for the milkiness, would have been pure gold, but something seemed… off. He was hiding away from all the others like he was afraid. Kamci began to think over hormone clinics that treated nekos, already planning what to do if he managed to adopt him.

“He’s… not too fond of strangers. But go ahead. If you need me to tell you anything about him, don’t hesitate to ask.”, they answered and nodded lightly. They turned to face Host again.

“Host? Here’s a nice young man who wants to talk with you. Is that okay? I promise I’m nearby.”, they addressed Host softly. The little neko shifted, ears and tail somewhat close to his body.
“Okay..”, Host mumbled softly and nodded.

Kamci hummed, following after them. He wasn’t an intimidating male- far from it. He had almost feminine features. He was tall and slender, but had muscles hidden under his long sleeves. His eyes were a gentle hazel, and his black hair was around his shoulders. When they walked into the room, one immediately caught his eye. “That one- what is her name?” (I’m assuming Host is transgender in this based off your former ones but he doesn’t know that.)

Host was curled up on a pillow, staying as far away from anyone and anything as possible. He knew the workers here, and they were safe. And he knew who the talkative nekos were too, and they were safe as well. 

“Ah, him?”, they smiled softly as they looked towards Host -who was looking vaguely in their direction with milky golden eyes.
“That’s Host. He’s been here for a few weeks now.”, they answered. “And he prefers male pronouns, please.”.

“I’ve taken care of Neko’s before, Ma’am. My parents run a rehab farm.” He reassured them. “Where are they?”

“I assumed since you said it’s your first neko.”, they replied, shrugging lightly, though smiling apologetically. It wasn’t far-fetched they thought he had never taken care of a neko before.

“Please, follow me.”, they hummed, stepping out from behind the register and leading the other to where the nekos were kept.
“I can tell you all you need to know about them, or at least as much as I do know of them.”.

Kamci was humming softly as he walked into the rescue center. He had never formally owned a neko before, but he always had an interest in one. He had finally raised the funds to stock a playroom and heating bed and was going to adopt his first Neko. Walking up to the desk he placed his papers on the desk. “Hello. I’m here to adopt my first Neko. Could you help me select a good match?”

“Good day.”, the young person at the counter replied with a smile. “I would recommend you see the nekos for yourself, which one you like. I can tell you all I know about them.”, they hummed. “Though I would recommend one of the rescues that were strays before, as they are easiest to handle for someone who never took care of a neko, or a child.”.

Nekos were a lot like small children after all, and some considered them harder to raise than a child. Though they were meant as pets, and treated as such, mostly.

Chase walked into the adoption centre with his hands stuffed into his pockets. This was the cheapest one in town, probably shady but he didn’t need Stacy accusing him on spending money on stuff other than his kids, he gave them everything! Or tried to rather, he had no idea if she gave them his presents and words of love. He talked to the manager about what he was looking for when he brought Chase over to the pen filled with small nekos, barley looking old enough to be adopted (playing-darkness)

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Host was laying on a soft little pillow, further away from the playing kittens. He was one of the youngest ones here, or at the very least smallest. His hair and fur was a nice shade of brown, with some blond spots speckled here and there. His eyes were milky golden, and the workers knew he was born blind.

He wasn’t good with words just yet, he was quiet and reserved. He seemed to shy away from other kittens coming up to him to play or talk.