Sweetlovingearl 🐈
Sebastian flicked ebony strands of hair from his perfectly sculpted face, hands on his hips like the sassy son of a bitch that he was. He looked across his acquaintance to the male beside him. Grotesque. What man would accept such a horrid hybrid of a man? The idea was ridiculous- a pet? Seriously? What lowlife had that idea? "Didn't you abandon your pet forever ago? Don't be looking at Alois like that- he's my pet. Not yours." "No." He snapped grumpily. "He's a faggot- look at those ears. What kind of moron calls a man a pet? It's retarded. /You're/ retarded." He hissed. "Just because he looks-" "Shut your god damned mouth, Michaelis!" The other hollered, fingers tightly securing around the thin waisted male beside him. "He's nothing more than a privileged accomplice. He's a friend and a valued partner." "/Pet/." Sebastian corrected harshly. "Valued /Pet/. I can't believe you stooped so low as to buy-" "I /MADE/ HIM, YOU ASS." Sebastian flipped him off. "Piss off, Claude. Just because everyone has one doesn't make it right. They're people, not fucking pets." Grumpily Sebastian jammed his hands into his pockets. In all his six foot five inch glory, Sebastian, muscles rippling from rage and irritation, he lifted his fine jaw, shoulder-checking the man in front of him. He heard a light curse, but the choked attempt of a purr from Alois rubbed him the wrong way, and he hissed. What a horrible thing. /Made/?! No one could /make/ a human- not like that. It hadn't happened to him. If it didn't happen to him, it wasn't true. To be naturally born to each individual- lies. All of it. Fed to them to make sense of the cruelty. It was horrid, and because he viewed it so differently, he came across like an asshole. He didn't mind. There was no one to impress. He hissed when he felt the first droplets of rain, and he hurried forward, passing others with their 'pets' as they dodged the rain, hurrying for shelter. He didn't have an umbrella. He ducked into an alley, glad of the shelter, and sunk down against the wall. The asphalt was cool against his body, and the brick against his back was a comforting solid that tamed his tense muscles. Well, maybe not tamed, but prevented them from rippling with rage. He dug his fingers through his hair, swiping dripping wet locks of hair from his handsome face. Carmine eyes flashed towards the sky, hating that the sudden clouds added to the growing darkness. Everyone had someone- a unit of two, or a unit of four... It didn't matter. He swore he was the only man alive that was alone... He hung his head, the shelter above him- a tin flap- giving way at that moment. He scrambled to his feet as a bucket of water crashed over him, soaking him all the way to the bone. He glanced at the street, growling ferociously at the pounding, heavy rain. It was like the rain reflected his emotions- rain for loneliness and sadness... Yet the heavier it got, the angrier he felt. At himself. It wasn't that he didn't believe the others- that their deeds built their best friend... It was because he was constantly alone. No one wanted anything to do with him, and he didn't know what to do to be with someone. He was a single unit. The only single unit in existence. @sweetlovingearl
