_demonbitch:

_{Them,    adorable?    That was just so funny!    They were a disgusting,   diseased beast,    what was so adorable about that?    They dug their clawed hands into the ground,    scraping into a hard floor.    Tufts of black fur drifted to the ground like feathers with each movement of their head.}

_{“What’s so amusing about it?”    Maybe they sounded weary.    They felt weary.    They stood brushed against him like a cat.    Ha,   ha.    The joke was on him now;     hopefully he had a lint-roller ready,    because they were really shedding,    weren’t they!?   “I never took you for the type to get off on our misery that much.”}

_{The truth was that he didn’t care.   Not about their misery or about how they looked.  Ky was just in a decent mood and that meant that he actually was being – somewhat – decent.  “A collar would suit you better.”}

_{Though,  the moment that the other beast started brushing against him,  a low hiss escaped his lips.   It was an instinct reaction.  One that the Demon had little control over these days.   Not to mention he would have to change after this.  Cleaning up the hair would someone else’s problem.    Not his own,  “You might even start to enjoy it.”}