Kento Nanami is probably one of the safest carnivores to be around. He’s incredibly respectful and considerate of herbivores. Even though it’s the bare minimum, it’s quite uncommon to see a carnivore who does it as effortlessly as him.

Kento insists that he shouldn’t be thanked. It makes him feel weird, like he’s taking advantage of them in some way. He doesn’t want to be thanked for being able to control himself.

For now, Kento worked in his cubicle, silent and focused. He’s been placed on the far right wing of the building where carnivores are usually stationed, separated from most of the smaller herbivores for obvious reasons.

Kento’s co-workers consisted of fellow wolves, cheetahs, and the occasional hyenas. Though, he’s not really interested in speaking to them, as most of them are ignorant. They really enforce the stereotype that all carnivores are arrogant assholes, and Kento would rather not join in. All Kento wants to do is finish up his work, and then go home to relax.

On his break, Kento gets up to head off to the side of the office, wishing to brew up some coffee for himself using the office coffee-maker.

Kento was lost in deep thought as he walked, his blond-furred ears pinning back. He had been wanting to switch to different hours, but he hadn’t gotten to chance to put in such a request. It’d be convenient if he could work the hours of dusk, as wolves are most active then.

Just two more hours…