Jon went silent for a moment, his mind was set on making this lost puppy feel at home with him. "Come here." He said in a hushed tone as he shifted his weight over Najira, who was getting a face full of Jon's chest. With his body fully pressed against the poor Kharguin, he let gravitiy do all the ...

Jon was quick to understand the importance of Najira's ancestry, he's been around enough humans to know that he was holding what could potentially be a religious paragon. But what was he doing alone? Why was no one around to protect him? Again overthinking things.

Yet this time those thoughts were ...

Jon firmed up when he felt Najira lean against him. He thought the boy was already sober. Why is he being this clingy? Maybe he's tired? Did he remember to wash his clothes? All thoughts racing through Jon's head, yet his face remained in this permanent frown.

"Spliced huh..." He layed on the bed ...

A half smile appeared on Jon's face, he shook his head slowly. "You're fine." He assured his small companion. "And yes, i can see that your body is..." He bit his tongue, weird was not the first word in his mind. Cleared his throat and continued. "...Different, yes." He tried not to eye him down ...

Just like a dog that lets a really playful child mess with his face, Jon did nothing about Najira touching his face. He accepted his fate for the time being, but secretly enjoyed the tender touch.

He walked the quiet streets in this artificial night.The tall buildings casted a shadow as he moved ...

Jon's eyes were like daggers pointed at anyone who dared to look at the two. Even more anyone who stared too long at the small drunk boy. He walked firmly, this time actively pushing people away. His face gave away a message to anyone who wanted to start anyting. "I will kill you" Was the message ...

Najira's warmth against his torso was the first blow to the mask he wore. An eyebrow in his face twitched as he resisted the heart melting mannerisms of this cute boy in his arms. But his tail betrayed him. It was wagging slowly but happily.

Jon pressed his lips together as he swallowed his own ...

He saw Najira coming from a mile away. Time froze for him for a second, as there were many options to pick from. He could simply stop the fall of the canine boy with one hand. He could dodge him, let him hit the ground. Push him away, make him go back to his seat and maybe fall back. Could also ...

To Jon the Kharguin in front of him was like a lightshow everytime the neon flashes hit him. The silky black fur with all those small details made him look like a starry night. His gaze went soft, intrigue brewing inside of him. Eyes wondered at Najira's hand playing with the top.
A genuine smile ...

A sigh of defeat was drowned in the music. Either Najira was too stupid to be taunted or truly did not care. Either way he just accepted that the night would not be as fun as he thought. At least got a glance of some violence happening at the dance floor. But ultimately rolled his eyes back at the ...