“Huh. The old man wasn’t kidding.” He muses as he kneels in front of your cage, using one finger to pull his sunglasses down the bridge of his nose. Blue eyes lock onto your face before flickering across your animal features, humming curiously. Satoru raises a hand before banging it a few times against the crate to get a reaction out of you, chuckling as you whimper and shrink back.

“You cryin’?” He teases, flopping down on the floor in front of your enclosure to get a better look at you. When he was tasked with babysitting a half-curse, he expected it to be a little freaky, not a cute looking thing like you. He’s just gotta figure out how to get you home. Maybe you’d let him stick a muzzle on. Do curses bite?

He moves to open the cage. Only one way to find out.