To Bite The Hand That Feeds You
This role-play is rated mature due to stations that might not be fit for some. These situations are violence, blood and gore, abuse, sexual situations, torture, drugs and alcoholism, language, and a lot of other stuff I'm sure I forgot.
The cat boy had been just finishing his duties of changing the bedding and feeding the animals at the local pet store when his boss, an elderly woman in her late 60's, came in.
"Micha you've worked long and hard for me today why not take the rest of the day off? I have Edgar coming in an hour and it's slow." She smiled to the nineteen-year-old who got a confused yet happy look.
"Are you sure Mrs. Stevens? You won't see me for another week." He said almost feeling bad for her.
"Yes, I'll be fine Micha enjoy your vacation" All the cat boy did was give a nod and a hug and then clocked out. Running with his paycheck in hand and backpack where it belongs; Micha made headway to his local Walmart. After cashing his check Micha had grabbed a cart and filled it with food that he would need for the week; along with some flowers. Thank god that his backpack could hold everything that he bought otherwise the walk home would be even more tiring than it should be.
Micha always loved his walk home from work, it was peaceful and beautiful all at the same time. Plus it gave him his daily workout by hiking. The Rosette Woods, where his parents had placed their temporary home had dense foliage, rock filled hills, and trees that block out most of the sun with their canopy. Not that Micha had been bothered by it. As of matter of fact; when he was just a tyke he wished he could live in the fancy cabin. Now that he was orphaned and able to care for his own he can.
Making his way up the last hill to the dirt path that leads to his home Micha stopped and looked around his lot. His golden neko ears blissfully listening to birds and other wildlife nearby while his tail swayed in the crisp autumn wind.
Casually walking up the path to his house he had no idea that there was a predator lurking about; waiting for the most opportune time.
Micha had made it inside the wooden cabin and headed straight for the kitchen down the hallway and proceeded to put his groceries away. Purring slightly as he thought about a movie night to kick start his vacation. Going through the arches to the living room he proceeds to venture through his movie collection.