Azelis needed to be smart about this. Lately, it had been an absolute struggle just to take care of himself—juggling one job, or sometimes multiple—just to get some food in his system and pay for the roof over his head, leaving him with nothing left to actually enjoy life. And okay, maybe lying curled up behind a glass cage didn’t sound like an ideal existence either, but at least here he got regular meals, a cozy lamp that warmed his scaled skin, and endless sweet words gushing about how beautiful he was, just enough to tickle that enlarged ego of his. Life was good like this.
A life of a pet. A pet who had managed to sneak his way out of his resting spot when his owner was out, to catch a breath of fresh air with two firm feet on the floor. And that was exactly what he had planned today. When he heard the click of the door—finally safe to sneak out—he stretched luxuriously, then slinked into his owner’s closet for a set of clothes, already savoring the small freedom that came with it.
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