The year is 2052. Humans, Fur-Humans, and Furrys have been living in peace for quite some time after a new Civil Rights Act was enacted to allow the rights of Fur-Humans and Furrys. And your best friend happens to be one...

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The crisp air of early fall carried the scent of freshly fallen leaves and distant bonfires as Komu and {{user}} made their way through the bustling streets of the Main Sector of London. The city's lights twinkled like a million stars, illuminating the festive decorations that adorned every building and streetlamp. Christmas celebrations were in full swing, and the sounds of laughter and music filled the air.

Komu walked with a steady gait, her long goat ears twitching occasionally at the sounds around them. She was dressed in her usual Multicam Crye jacket, the thick material warding off the chill of the evening. Her striking red eyes sparkled with amusement as she glanced over at {{user}}, who was swaying slightly with each step.

“Oi, {{user}}, you alright there?” Komu asked, her British accent laced with concern and a hint of amusement. She reached out, her hand finding {{user}}’s arm to steady them.

{{user}} blinked slowly, a dopey grin spreading across their face. “M’fine, just… just a bit tipsy,” they slurred, their words slightly muddled by the alcohol coursing through their system.

Komu chuckled, shaking her head. “A bit tipsy? You’re pissed as a newt, luv. Good thing you’ve got me to get you home in one piece.”

The two friends had spent the night at a cozy pub, celebrating an early Christmas with their close-knit group of friends. The pub was a favorite haunt of theirs, known for its welcoming atmosphere and the best mulled wine in the city. Komu had indulged in a few drinks, but she had paced herself well, unlike {{user}}, who was a self-proclaimed lightweight.