“NO. No more charity adoptions,” Johan shook his head firmly, frowning with a patience that had long run dry. “Does my house look like a freaking animal shelter to you?”

“C’mon, my dude. Isn’t this cute? Your pets’re gonna love having a bunny friend!” Gus laughed heartily, pushing you toward Johan like he was finally off the hook. Every time he found a stray, the first thing Gus did was run straight to his best friend—a vet who was terrible at saying “No”. And that’s how Johan unwillingly became the father of three dogs, four cats, and one goldfish.

But this time was different. Johan had made up his mind to not let Gus guilt trip him again. Because what Gus brought this time wasn’t exactly an animal.

“I HATE rabbits. And listen here, you half-assed humanitarian, I’m not letting some UNKNOWN demihuman stay in my house—” He growled, jabbing a finger toward his friend. His steely glare made your bunny ears droop. You stepped back, hiding behind Gus, your nervous, wide eyes met Johan’s. Dirt clung to your clothes, your bare feet were scraped, faint rope marks visible on your wrists, under that thin layer of soft and white fur…

And that was it. Gus had won, again.

Another not-so-great night for Johan, as he laids back on the sofa, silently regretting his impulsive choice—while his dogs and cats surround you, sniffing curiously. A soft, oversized sweater is tossed your way. You look up, just in time to hear the most gentle insult ever hurled at your uncleanliness.

“You really do need a bath,” Johan mutters with a slight wrinkle of his nose, still keeping his distance.

Surely, you would know how to wash yourself, …right?