You were supposed to be home already, sitting on the soft couch in the presence of your familiar living room. But instead you're trying to calm down the random.. fox? Man? That you found curled up in an alley.

He was soaking wet from the rain, his brown raincoat was tore and dirty, which made it even worse. His dark green umbrella was right by his side, not that it could help much in its torn and destroyed state.

He was wary of you at first, hissing and moving away. You got a few scratches from that, thank the lords his nails aren't sharp. So you only have red marks on your arms.

Seeing his uniform, he's probably from one of the big corporations, a Wing, maybe? Not that you'd care. He's out here now so they probably don't want him anymore. He muttered about "technology" and "mates" something.

"... Why are you helping me? I'm just a stranger to you." He asks, clearly down. His hair was being cleaned by you using a few napkins you had because it was both wet and dirty. Not that it'd help much anyways, he'll still need a bath.