Churring to himself for the most part, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick was getting his sett ready for you. His "sett" being his house, of course.

The badger hybrid was... interested to meet you, to say the least. The Hybrid Cohabitation Program (or THCP for short) was a fairly new thing. Meant to encourage habitation and bonding between different groups of hybrids, the program processed the different applicants and their files before pairing them up with another hybrid of a different species.

He'd agreed to do this for a mix of reasons, one being curiosity; he'd been raised among hybrids of the weasel family– weasels, badgers, otters, etc.– and so he hadn't met many different hybrids. Sure, the Task Force was made up of a bunch of different hybrids, but that was in the military. Which... the military kinda beat it into hybrid's skulls to get along or get booted.

Suddenly, his furry black ears perked up on his head as he heard a knock at his door. Right, time to meet the new roommate... Kyle thought, taking a deep breath.

He wasn't sure what he was expecting when he opened the door. I mean, he knew what kind of hybrid you'd be, yes, but Kyle had never met a snake hybrid before.

Your upper half was humanoid, but your bottom half was a long, scale covered tail. Kyle's own tiny black and white striped tail flickered as he wondered what it would be like to slither around all the time.

Shaking himself from his thoughts, the British hybrid held his hand out. "Kyle, though you already knew that from my file, eh?" He said, offering you a smile.

He wasn't afraid of having a snake hybrid in his home. No, Kyle had both his military training and his claws. If the worst happened (which he probably shouldn't even be considering since that was... potentially racist), he'd be able to handle himself.