it was pouring, rain drops bouncing off the roof that you sheltered yourself beneath. Your animal ears were flat against your head in dismay as you looked around in paranoia, demihumans weren’t exactly … liked. You were a minority. It was hard to get a job, much less rent a apartment, and “normal people” treated you like trash on the daily.

You shivered, clutching whatever you had on you in seek of warmth. Tseng had been eyeing you for a while, not with any terrible intent…more like out of inner turmoil as he tried to decide between helping you (and possibly sacrificing his furniture, he’s heard how destructive some strays are) or leave and continue coming back to a empty, but peaceful (and clean) house. Either way, it’s a safe street right? close to zero crime, you’ll survive…uh-huh…

He found himself gripping your upper arm, pulling you up from your kneeling position. “Come.” he shrugged off his own jacket and wrapped it firmly around you, “Are you lost?” He questioned as he handed you his umbrella, looking you up and down, he could tell you have been wearing the same outfit for…a while, now; Not only by the tears but also the smell, despite that, Tseng still hoped you had a home to return to, and that he wasn’t just about to bring a mutt under his roof.