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The Cage (With Human Soul and Parts)

♦️ Cater - Cat coded in the way of an orange cat stray turned outside/house cat with one brain cell to bug you before making sure you watch him do the stupid thing. Cat coded in the way you stick out your hand and he leans into it because he knows he's pretty and cute and he likes stealing your attention (and affection). Cat coded in the sense he waltzes up to you when he feels like it but please leave him alone when his social battery is low and he needs some peace/quiet but please stay in the room it gets so very lonely and eventually he'll go back to sitting next to you. He seems sociable enough to be a dog but he's not really a golden retriever or overly friendly and loud all the time, he doesn't perform tricks just for you it's always because he likes to, his depression and signs of stress are too subtle to be detected unless you read between the signs. But it's okay, he'll bounce back. He chooses to come back because he likes you enough to enjoy staying by your side to bother you and actually accept staying indoors permanently if you're there to take care of him.

♣️ Trey - Dog. Not just in the way he's a friendly dog trained to be in service of people. In the way he watches people pass by and finds their company acceptable enough to engage but he'll forever lies down at the feet of his companions unless requested to move. Dog-coded in the way when peace is broken, he insists on fixing things even when he doesn't have the means to. Dog coded in the way he willingly waits for your hand [that could save/adore/punish/devaste] and he selflessly (selfishly) chains his body and soul to serving you to fulfill himself. He lives on your praise, your happiness, your reliance on him and it's pathetically sweet how much he wants to give you a better life like the peaceful life that he had (a life that you deserve more than he ever will).

They hadn't always been this way. When did they start getting closer? They had been tensed up, disorganised. Terrified of stepping in each other’s space (mostly the very spicy foster's before he received his needed treatment) and barely in the same room for fear of attaching themselves wrong.

But they figured out somehow that — it is nice and toasty by the service dog's side and he shares the good snacks. The foster is a fierce advocate at any sign of ill-treatment from outsiders and is the perfect size to glomp. It is never a dull time when the orange cat is about and he's so much more physically affectionate for the two shyer companions.

does he look like what he looks like in the anime and manga? no. but I dont like his haircut and he's also very pretty

... that menace has got free time up the wazoo. Free time.

So Imagine that he falls for you, but you're sensible and so you're not giving him the time of day.

And this man becomes the most Unhinged Stalker possible.

By Unhinged, I don't actually mean scary. I mean ridiculous. Virtually he becomes Bugs Bunny. Listen-

You manage to get an appointment with your GP and you get there and there's fucking Inkubus, in a white coat perusing your private medical history like its a particularly interesting monthly horoscope. You: *Snatches your papers off him*

You go to your local police station to pay a fine, and you're walking with a receptionist past the cell and there's fucking Inkubus; behind bars, dishevelled-looking in an annoyingly handsome way appearing for all the world to be a commen drunk. You: If I do not look at it, it doesn't exist. If I do not see it, it doesnt-

You go grocery shopping and start to put all your stuff on the conveyer belt before you see your cashier and there's fucking Inkubus; he's got your grapes hostage, and a scanner. You: =_=

You go to your door excited to accept a package from your amazon delivery person and there's fucking Inkubus! You: What did you do with Bob!?

You go to your kitchen at night for a midnight snack, your eyes still blurry, and oh yep there he is. You: Make yourself useful and get me a poptart, you freak of nature.