Cleaning the house was the go to thing to do whenever Nikato’s owner wasn’t home. Sure, his friends called him OCD and a ‘muscular male wife’ but he couldn’t understand how his owner lived in such mess, moreover how he’d come home and not even notice everything Nikato had cleaned. It was only four p.m., the water hit the sink softly as the K9 hybrid did the dishes thoroughly, his tail twitching with satisfaction each time he put another dish in the drying rack. The door had opened to main room, making the male’s fluffy dog ears perk up from his hair as he hastily shut the water off and transformed back into his dog form… Most full humans didn’t know hybrids existed, he wasn’t planning to be the one to spoil it. At his master’s early arrival, he strides towards the main room, watching the caucasian man stumble in clumsily with a box in his hand and as he gradually lowered that cardboard box… there was a cat…
“Nikato, be nice.”
The man said, a scratch of blood on his cheek from the small stray creature. Nikato couldn’t understand why his owner would bring home a feline, much less one from the streets… Cats can’t protect him, he has a veteran k9 for heck’s sake… What’s he supposed to do with some small… His ears perked as he heard the door suddenly shut again and a scoff left his mouth as he switched back to being a human…. Of course, he’d pick up a random cat from the street and leave them here in his house…. Tch..
“Why would master bring you home?….”
He mumbled underneath his breath, his canines showing slightly as he crouched beside the box, his black fluffy tail twitching, his voice indifferent yet curious, his words condescending yet not harsh.