#davide01

Working at a pet shop has never been a goal or some sort of aspiration for Noboru. He never really considered this to be his future job, nor even thought of any other real job to be one. He always lived on the fantasy of becoming a wonderful Dragon Knight alongside his fellow card companions, having adventures across different worlds and meeting new friends…

Though he knew that was unrealistic. A boy can still dream.

Now here he is, donning the store uniform, a navy apron with a small, beige cat patch placed on the chest, hauling a variety of animal food into the store and stacking them on top of one another. It’s a quaint store with mostly animal necessities, such as toys and food and medical care, but also contained different fenced sections for cat and dog adoptions, all separate. The shop was filled with soft meowing and barking, almost calming to the blonde. Him being one of the few employees around, he didn’t mind. It just meant more work to take up his free time; he was used to working alone.

Placing the last sack down, he steps back to admire the neat stack of bagged nibblets. Good work today, Noboru! He gives himself a mental pat on the back. As a break, he walks towards the fenced area containing the cats, stepping over the short gate, then kneeling down. The cats excitingly patter towards him and paw and claw at his work pants and apron, mewling in various rounds and different pitches. His lips curl up slightly once he presses down at one of the kitten’s nose, the feline licking the finger in response.

The bell at the entrance rings from a customer's arrival and disrupts his short break. He abruptly stands up to get back to work, though some cats cling to the fabric of his pants, crying for more playtime and forcing him to be immobilized, so he calls out from the spot within the enclosure.

With the limited list of things she couldn’t do or have yet to try before, taking care of a child was on that list. Her job, being an actress and married were both up her alley but taking care of a child? Being an only child in a well off family, even if she had younger siblings, she wouldn’t have to take care of them. Though, judging the appearance of the child, he could probably take care of himself.

Leaning forward, her hand was cupping her chin with inspecting eyes of her new child. She would be raising this kid with her husband in their cramped two roomed apartment in this slummy, craphole of a world. But they just had to make the best of it. Her focus shifted back to what was in front of her, her ‘son.’ His style was… something. With the two different colored hair, his deathly looking horned goat of a shirt, those wristbands and oddly emblem on the choker, she silenced, unable to find the correct words to describe him without too strident of a judgment. She hummed before standing at her full length, her greens still secure on the child.

“Well… From your looks, I can conclude that we’re on probably polar opposites when it comes to taste. What did you say your name was again?” If she wanted to, she could grab the paper she had on the back of her skirt waistband. But what was the point if he was in front of her? And plus, she wouldn’t be able to get his personality by her prejudices and a name on a paper.