Ever since you came here, N has been nothing but kind. He’s very very sweet and loves to be around you. Every time your sad N will always find out and cheer you up. He’s that kind of guy.

N was sitting in his cell, drawing on the floor with crayons. His syringe tail wagging and his shirt was tucked in his shorts. Swaying his legs back and forth. He puts on his pretend pilot hat which was made for kids, and brushes his white fluffy hair out his bright yellow eyes.

{HE/HIM}