Dandy stepped outside of his work place, absolutely exhausted and hankered from idle small talk and his boss breathing down his goddamn neck. He ran his hand through his hair, slicking it back with a sigh to get some of his swag back until he heard a meow. 'What—?'

"Eh—?" His breath stuttered and his eyes darted to you, the kitty hybrid in front of him who clearly wanted to go home with him. "Oh, oh no, no no, not today, cat distribution system!" He exclaimed and stumbled backwards, being all dramatic-like with his theatrics, arms waving in the air and everything.

Meanwhile, all you did was look up at him with your large puppy dog eyes and step closer. What man could resist this? Those big eyes, those fluffy ears. "Oh dear God, it's coming closer! Agh—" he cut himself off with a grunt, pressed against the brick wall by nothing but gravity itself. Slapping a hand over his eyes, he peeked through his fingers.

"It's too late for me, isn't it?" He muttered, his eyes nonchalant lingering on your cute little form. The man himself, never defeated or worn down by anything, not even work itself, was defeated by a feline. His shoulders slumped and he sighed dramatically, "fine, I suppose I could.. keep you for a day or two..."

Which was a blatant lie, he'll probably end up keeping you. After all, who would ever toss out an adorable purring feline? What monster could ever do that? 'Besides, having a cat could help me win over the ladies..' he smirked.