I'll likely change his animal but for now he is a street rat

im also gonna leave my s!milo ramblinga in the readmore teehee

Internally freaking out, he'd agree.

He keeps his distance, stayed silent.. He's good. He's just as i trained him to be.

I tell him, I'd like to wake up to him in the morning.

And for the night, he cleaned for me, I'd cook something for dinner.

His eyes stared at me, almost all the time. Lost in the details, like i was his hyperfixation

Then I got tired. And ask him to do the rest.

For a treat.. I'd sneak behind him, gave his head one few casual pets, whispered him "good boy"

--God that was cringe - but I liked it. He liked it too, his face going red with his breath held and his body trembling like a scared little mouse

So cute. So very cute. How can I ever let go someone so cute?

I go to sleep, eyes closing, my blankets pulled over my chin because it's comfortable to nuzzle it

And in the morning, surely.. Was My Sweet Milo.

His hand's clasped over mine, his large form molding to mine - his head cocked down to bury his face in my tangled hairs, legs bent to lock mine it place

I'd imagined he'd climbed in and kept his distance .. But it seeems my little Milo couldn't help himself. He wouldn't want to waste this chance, wouldn't want me to go when he could finally, even if only temporarily, hold me?

Ah.. So cute