The Tears From A Dragon.

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚠𝚘

The morning light shines in, hitting Neuvillette in the face.

He groans as he sits up, rubbing his eyes. He immediately gets up and walks into his bathroom to do his morning activities, which he always does unless it's a bad day.

After getting ready, he grabs a white turtleneck and some black bell-bottom leggings. He puts on his tennis shoes and grabs a new bag, a brown purse. He places his phone, some snacks, and his keys.

He starts to drive to Furina's.

He parks in her house drive-way.

"Meow.."

Neuvillette looks over at the bushes.

"Oh, you poor thing," he mutters, crouching down.

A white kitten probably only a year old in the bushes with a hurt leg. He picks it up and pets it. "You are quite friendly."

He knocks on Furina's door, but she doesn't answer.

"Oh yeah, she works today."

He sighs and gets back in his car, placing the cat in his lap and driving back home.

He arrives home and places the cat down. He looks at the injury; it was only a cut, so he bandages it up.

He had some fish in his fridge, so he placed it in a bowl and placed it down, sitting on the ground as the cat walked closer, slowly.

He smiles as the kitten starts eating.

He watched it the whole time.

He thinks for a minute, 'Do I really need a pet?'

'But I don't want to take her to the pound.'

He sighs as he decides to keep the kitten.

He places a bowl of water and more food down, then grabs his keys, heading back out to the pet store.

He walks in and grabs a handheld cart.

He walks around the store and grabs a pink collar, two food bowls, a bed, some toys, and a cute cat tree, which had colours like light blue, white, and a darker blue. He carries the box and cart to check out and buys them, walking out and placing the items in the back of his car.

He got home and called the kitten over. "Here, Kitty," he said softly, to which the cat came over.

He smiles as he puts the collar on her. He also bought a leash so he could train her to take walks with him.

He places the other stuff down, like the bowls in a safe area where they wouldn't break and the toys in a basket.

He unboxes the cat house and pieces it together quickly, putting it in the corner. He gets up, grabbing the cat bet and putting it into his room at the bottom of his bed.

He sighs as it was already late; he puts up his keys and places his phone on charge as he goes to change. He looks back at the bed. "Oh, you want to sleep with me? Ok Fur"