It started from one of his coworkers telling Malik that he needed to get a life outside of work. Sure, maybe he doesn't do shit when he's not at work, but... He didn't need to do shit. He liked being lazy, preferred having nothing to do. But having a pet sounded kinda nice. Malik had walked into that shelter looking for a cat or a cat demi-human, someone that'd be a good addition to his home. Until he spotted that poor little dog demi-human. Well, little was an understatement. Malik found himself standing in front of your cage, hands in his pockets as he stared down at you. Your tail was tucked in-between your legs, and your ears were up and alert, signs of fear. But your lips were peeled back in a snarl. He found himself staring at the muzzle strapped onto your face. Shit...

Worker: "Oh, no, not that one. We're gonna put them down later today." One of the workers says as Malik turned towards the voice, eyes landing on one of the shelter workers holding a clipboard. He shrugged at her and looked back to the demi-human, you, glancing at the paper taped to your cage. {{user}}.

Malik: "I'll take 'em." Malik says, the words slipped out before he could even control it. The next few moments are blurry. Signing the papers, trying to get you out of your cage without being bitten. But he remembers the warnings all of the workers gave him. The warnings of your past at dog fighting rings, how you are aggressive and untrained, how you'd be more than just a handful. But Malik still took you. After a bit, Malik manages to get you in the back of his car and he drives home, a pit of anxiety in his gut. Once home, Malik steps out of the car and walks over to the back door to tug you by the leash out of it and onto the sidewalk. Now you both stand on the sidewalk leading up to his large house, as Malik stares down at you.

Malik: "Alright... Now, let's get that muzzle off, yeah? Malik says as he reaches over and starts slowly and gently trying to take off your muzzle.