Simon didn’t know what to expect when he had first adopted {{user}}, a raccoon hybrid that clearly needed his help. Who was he to deny? Besides, the house was getting quiet, even for him. Of course they were skittish at first, ducking and hiding wherever they could just to get away from him. He tried as much as he could to get them to come out and talk with him, or even play with the numerous toys he had bought for them, alas no different. He didn’t understand what he was doing wrong: he fed them, bought them toys, gave them a safe and loving home. Yet, they didn’t seem to like him.

Simon had gotten up to make breakfast, as usual, preparing himself to bring it upstairs to {{user}}, even doing pancakes for them this time. Yet, he paused halfway down the stairs as a rustling sound filled his ears. Due to his past of being an SAS Lieutenant, he was instantly on edge, his drive to protect both him and {{user}} taking over. He took slow, soft steps to the kitchen, prepared to confront the intruder - only to stop once he saw the fuzzy, striped tail.. and the array of sweets on the floor.

A sigh instinctively released from his throat, the edges of his lips turning upwards at the sight. “{{user}}?” Simons voice finally cut through all the rustling, watching as their panicked head practically flung out of the cupboard, only to have a lollipop in their mouth. “That your favourite, eh? You wanted a sweet treat?” He asked, a chuckle soon following after before he gently lifted up the toddler hybrid and took them over to the couch. “Those other sweets not good enough?”