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He never thought that he would spending his whole evening partying in a club with his classmates.
It is when the cresent moon comes, Deimos knows that it's getting very late.
So he did what every grade students do when they come late to school.
He rushes back to his home in a clumsy hurry, never thought a second to look at which road path that he takes.
And then when he realizes it, it was too late.
He had no idea where he is, and it is now night time.
Alright. Breathe in. Breathe out.
He needs to know where he is.
He look around to his left and right.
Tight brick walls on both of his side. There are bags of trash lying around the path, some leaned over the wall. There's a dumpster taking up a big space on the right side of the brick walls. The stench from the garbage bags running along his nose.
He pinches his nose as he couldn't handle the smell moments longer.
Yup, he knows where he is.
He was at an alleyway.
He hates it here.
Great. JUST GREAT.
He was about to turn his back when a loud crashing sound coming from the dumpster.
He turns around to see the source of the sound.
The dumpster's lid was closed and making a slight move. Loud bangs can be heard from inside of it. It's seems that something had fallen into the dumpster and couldn't get out.
He hates it, but he has no choice.
He move towards the dumpster, trying not to feel drowsy as the stench starting to build up in his nose.
He felt like he wanted to vomit.
As he was near the dumpster, he opens the lid of the dumpster.
Deimos expected that it might be a homeless grunt, or even just ordinary garbage bag found its way into the dumpster.
He never thought that his hands would get scratched by a wild feline which immediately jumped out of the dumpster whilst doing so.
“Ouch!” He yelped.
Deimos covers his bled hand on the other. He turned to see the feline that had landed on the ground next to him.
Once the light shines on the part of the alley, Deimos rolled up his eyes.
Oh great. A cat.
Its fur was white. There are spots of dirt on its body. Some tainted its fur, causing some fur turned brownish in colour. Spots of dried bloods are visible on it, clearly a mark from its way of living in the street for God knows how long.
Its tail puffed up as it snarls and hissed at him.
Deimos slowly backs away from it.
He has caused a problem before he doesn’t want to add another.
But something keep annoys him while he taking steps back.
Deep inside, he felt like he wanted to take this cat home with him-
No no no, he shook his head off that thought.
He had promise himself that he will get a dog once he get enough money to do so. But the word ‘Take him, keep him.’ keeps ringing in his mind.
Deimos looks at the cat. Its fur still puffed up. He couldn’t help but to think that it was very cute for it to do so.
Alright, that’s it.
He wants to take it back home with him.
Deimos took a small step forward, then another.
The cat looks a bit flinched and steps back a bit.
They goes on until the cat seems to be cornered between the wall and Deimos.
The cat hisses, and Deimos smiles, revealing his row set of sharp teeth.
Then, all of a sudden, it lunges towards him, surpising Deimos. It manage to get a grip onto his head and claw his cheeks.
Deimos yells in pain, trying to grab the cat to remove it from his face. Unaccidentally he manages to grip the cat so hard at both of its side with his hands.
He holds the cat in his hands.
But he didn’t expect the cat to slowly purr in happiness despite its face tells otherwise. It closes its mouth, its red slitted pupils widen up a bit staring at Deimos.
It seems like the cat enjoys the pain that he inflicted to him.
Okay. Strange.
What a weird cat indeed.
Deimos shrugs it off. At least he knows how to get the cat come home with him. One problem solved..
He turned around and get out of the alleyway, straight to home. But first…
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How do he gonna get GPS from his phone?
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Deimos try to ignore the pair of eyes that looks at him in some sort of disgusted way; of course, he takes home a stray, ugly-looking cat by holding it tightly on its neck as if he’s about to detach the head off from its body while at it. They probably thought he would leave the corpse soon after that’s done.
He continues to grip tight its neck and walk all the way to his home. Luckily, there’s no other problem along the way. Even the cat stays completely still and purring down the road while that.
He shivers in the thought.
He finds his house key, lock the door and twist the doorknob before entering his house.
He accidentally puts down the cat roughly, causing the cat to fall down backflipping, safely landed on the floor.
He murmured ‘sorry’ in his breath, which didn’t get approval to the cat as it immediately runs to Deimos’ leg and attempting to bite it.
Fortunately, Deimos is wearing his lucky socks, making the cat to halt its attack and slowly backs away from the feet.
Deimos, watching this weird scenario, couldn’t hold his laughter.
“Awww, is my lucky socks smells worse than your old place?” He snouts his lips forward, teasing the cat.
The cat then looks up to him, making like a haha-very-funny annoying expression.
He went upstairs towards to his room as the cat follows him along.
He look behind his back, the cat left a dirty trail at carpet. He already had an idea of bathing the cat soon.
He opens the door to his bedroom, the walls are painted clear blue and there’s glowing-in-the-dark star accessories hanging on the wall, dimming the room a bit.
He takes out a box from under the bed, snooping around its contents from the inside.
He heard a small ring, and take out what it seems to be a small bell he obtained from long time ago, and presented it to the cat.
“You like bells?” Deimos playfully asks.
The cat looks uninterest with it and pounce soft on it, causing the bell on Deimos’ limp hand to fall to the floor.
He raises an eyebrow. “You don’t like bells?”
The cat meows in a hoarse tone that Deimos could think that it might have a problem with its voicebox.
He shrugs, then sat on his bed, which the cat then proceeds to go to Deimos’ feet and rub its scent against him.
Huh, he was surprise that the cat was now getting used to his sock’s smells this fast.
He was thinking of giving the cat new name, since calling it ‘a cat’ would be pretty exhausting, plus, there’s other cats as well he doesn’t want to confuse others with the cat that he has.
“Do you like to have a name?” He whispers gently to the cat, might be the only time he acts nicely to it this time of the night.
The cat continues to rub itself against his foot, clearly doesn’t mind about what Deimos is saying, or either approve Deimos’ permission to give it a name.
"I'm gonna call you,.. Mr. Wrinkles. Since your face look scrunched up like a paper,"
The continuous rubbing on his foot stopped, and replaced by the cat clawing at him.
He yelps.
He toes taps on the floor for a couple of seconds.
"Okay, okay! I give you another name. What about Kyle? Sounds dangerous and killing, right?"
That got his foot to get clawed on again by the cat.
Something in Deimos’ snaps.
Deimos grab the cat tightly right at its stomach. He is starting to lose his patience.
"That's it, you little bitch." He snarls at the feline.
The cat hisses back at him, clearly disliking how he hold it again like a ragdoll.
"I'm going call you Hank. Hank J. Wimbleton since you hate those two previous names I gave to you. Hope you like having a British name, thwart."
Instead of trying to come closer to his face, the cat does something that Deimos didn't expect to get.
The cat purrs, which makes Deimos utterly confused.
The cat likes the name.
The cat likes the name.
Deimos sweats profusely.
Holy shit, this cat likes high-quality name, he thought.
He shook his head, well, there’s no time to think about that. He cupped both of his hands to his chin.
He look down again to it.
Alright, now, to handle the cat.
This won’t be a problem, he guarantees it.
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The doorbell rang, getting Sanford’s attention from the kitchen.
He was washing the dishes while his housemate, Doc, was peacefully sleeping upstairs.
Won’t be a bother to open the door, he thought.
After he had done washing the last dish in the sink, he washes his hands and went straight to the door and peek through the hole.
He sees a familiar face, then proceeds to twist open the doorknob.
The knob on the door was pressed, and the door opens reveal Sanfords' best friends, Deimos.
…and he doesn’t look too good.
"Deimos! Never thought you would come to my house at the times like this." Exclaim Sanford. “What’s with the tired looks? Did the school work finally getting up to you?
"Uhh,.. I need your help,"
"Well then, come in! We have some time to talk," He gestured him to come inside. Deimos followed, his take off his shoes at the doorstep and enters the house.
"Is Doc still awake?"
Sanford lightly chuckles. "You know him. College work burns him up. He didn't get a chance to sleep yesterday. It's better not to stir him from his slumber."
Deimos simply nodded.
He sits on a couch while Sanford went to the kitchen to grab a hot cocoa for him.
When Sanford arrive, he gave Deimos the cup and sit on the other side of the couch.
"Tell me, what seems to be the problem?" Sanford asks.
" Yeah, about that, that's why I want to meet with Doc in the first place." Deimos replies, then take a small sip of the hot drink.
Sanford chuckles. "Hahah. Or you could just ask me."
Deimos lift his head up to Sanford.
Sanford frowns. "What? Not all of your problems can be solved by Doc. That dude's not your wisdom machine."
He raised an eyebrow to his homie.
"Yea, right. Sure."
He repeats his question again.
"What's the problem?"
Deimos sighed. He put the hot cocoa on the table.
"I accidentally adopt a cat. A stray cat."
Sanford's mouth agape, small squeal coming out of him.
He smiles. "So you finally resorting to get a cat instead of a dog?"
"Not like that. I-I would like to get a dog, but somehow my mind was just like, 'let's go and adopt this stray cat that we found in the back of an alleyway, shall we?' and that's not the worse part yet. What's worse is that the cat doesn't want to let me go so I had to trick it and lock it up inside my room before going to you guys' house. That's why I came here. I was hoping to get a small talk with Doc as he had experiences handling with cats, heck, he even has about 9 of 'em back at his old parent's house!"
He paused, then continues.
"No offense, big guy. I really intended to come here and meet with Doc, only to find out he was out of commotion. So maybe you could shed up some light to me and help me learn how to take care of the cat I bought?"
Sanford put his hand to his chin. He nodded. "Sure, I don't see why not."
Deimos sighed in relief. "Thank you Sanford. Never know what will I do without you."
"Yeah, I heard that from you a lot." Sanford deadpanned towards his friend.
He turns towards Deimos. "So, what do you name this little fella?"
"Uhh,.. I tried giving him some badass names, but he likes to stick with the prestigious ones,"
Sanford hummed. Deimos continues.
"Hank J. Wimbleton. That's the name I give to him."
A silence.
"...What's the J stands for?"
"Motherfucker." He quickly answers.
"Damn, that cat is British."