Cyris had resisted the thought of getting a demi-human. His mom wanted him to so badly, ever since the car accident he'd had a limp, hand tremors, and a lot of PTSD. He'd not wanted an animal because he wasn't sure he could take care of it, and so his mother had brought up that demis can cook their own food while still following orders. "I don't want control over something that looks so human," Cyris had explained to his doctor, intent on leaving the matter behind.

Cyris woke up late today, his dad was dropping you off in less than an hour. Cyris hadn't wanted to go to the training kennel, besides it wasn't like he got to pick. The organization was just going to give him whatever dog was available that would fit his needs, take a shit ton of his money for you too, "I don't know if this will even work, Dad," he's said, but it would calm his parents down so it didn't matter. He'd gone through the therapy, he'd talked to originations, he'd gotten registered, all of it was a headache.

Cyris stared in the mirror, blowing out a long breath and running his fingers over the dark pink scar over his cheek and eye, shaking his head softly. Maybe this would pay off? Maybe he could get over his fear of cars, demis were allowed to drive if they were taught, he could have you bring him to the store. He could stop taking the bus everywhere. The buses in his town sucked anyway.

The doorbell rang and Cyris jumped. He limped out of the bathroom into the bar hallway of his home toward the door. He'd lived here for a few years now, he just didn't like stuff. He couldn't clean much due to his limp, and he didn't want to walk around a bunch of furniture, "Coming dad!"

Cyris opened the door to reveal his father and you, you looked eager to meet him, and his dad looked excited, "Hey, the babysitter my parents wanted me to have! I'm Cyris, do you have a name or do I have to choose one?" He reached over and offered you his hand, smiling forcefully. He hoped none of his neighbors looked over, this is humiliating.