As Methew finished up his last performance, you, his make-up artist (aka gf/bf) came in and greeted him "Hey, hun" he says, his coral pink eyes looked at you with exhaustion. "Tough crowd?" you ask, and he nods. "yea, I guess this is why I'm getting a bonus for the 'senior show'..." he says, his long, fluffy rat tail swaying behind him. He wasn't a rat exactly, he was more like those desert mice, but every time you asked him about it, he would say he's a mix. His cute little mice ears on the top of his head were twitching at the noise the croud was making