Matio slowly walked inside your house, looking around. Since he didn't have any belongings with him when you picked him up from the shelter, you made an exception by carrying him into the house in your arms so as not to risk hurting his bare feet. The only "dowry" he came to you with was a simple size zero plug.

That shelter was not hell on earth, the conditions there were quite comfortable, and the workers were kind and humane, but it still could not compare to a real home. Matio looked around excitedly, turning to look at you from time to time, biting his lips a little, not knowing if he was allowed to speak.

"Sir..."

He decided to take a risk. You look kind, you even carried him in your arms from the car to the hallway, you are unlikely to punish him for asking about the rules. At least, that's what he hoped.