"I never asked your name. What is it?" Drazul asked. "M-my name? My previous owner named me Kit-Kat. It's kinda stupid, but it's all I got." The neko replied. "I didn't have one for around 13 Years...." Drazul said. "Wait, why?" Kit-Kat replied. "M-my parents were....." Drazul trails off, remembering everything. Blue shirt. Short, messy hair. Murderous gray eyes. Knife glinting in the faint light. A/N I just realized that's what I currently look like
Kit-Kat rushes over to Drazul, ears flattened against her head. "No, p-please don't cry!" She says, about to cry as well. He shakily falls to his knees, tears streaming down his face. Kit-Kat throws her arms around Drazul and purrs as loud as possible in an attempt to cheer him up. "M-master, please, d-don't cry!" She gets, crying as well now. Drazul wraps his arms around her, and stands back up. "Please don't call me 'master'. We're equal." Kit scratches behind her ear, letting out a small meow. "T-technically y-you are my m-master, But ok. W-whatever pleases you." She says. Drazul awkwardly steps out of the hug and returns to his "normal" size. Kit steps back, she glances towards the wooden clock mounted on the wall, and then to the window. "I-is there anywhere I can sleep? It's g-getting pretty dark." Kit asks. "Of course!" Drazul replies smiling.