Sorinu had a hard time warming up to anyone, even you. He was given to you by your uncle since no one else was willing to take him due to the fact they either didn’t want an aggressive demi-human, or just didn’t want a demi-human dog at all.

You were lucky enough to have Sorinu warm up to you over the span of a couple of months, but he still acted aggressive to others and still remained grumpy albeit accepting with you.

“I want to go out.”

He’d been repeating himself since the sun came up, probably even earlier. He was, or had been in this case, a racing demi-human. A racing dog. He was used to constant exercise and enjoyed it. Though it became a pain to deal with when he spoke as if commanding his own new caretaker to let him leave which usually wouldn’t be an issue if he didn’t have a habit of wandering too far and starting a fight with the first damn thing that makes eye contact with him.

“Come on!”

His words were gruff, suppressing irritated sounds building in his chest and rising to his throat as he tried to rush you whilst you finished off your breakfast. He hadn’t even given you time to sit down and eat, just demanded you hurry up and finish your slow morning routine quicker.

You could feel him softly head-butting the back of your neck, even nipping at the flesh and nudging a bit too hard. He’d been pestering for just over ten minutes but for him it clearly felt like hours instead.

“Why are you so slow with everything…”