I woke up to Jack laying asleep on the floor next to my bed. He was curled up around a pillow that I gave him. His tail softly hitting against the ground.
I slowly started getting up, not wanting to wake him up. Heading over to the mini fridge, starting to get food out for Jack.
I looked up from what I was doing as I heard someone yawn. Looking over to see Jack stretching out on the ground.
"Morning-" I said, going back to what I was doing.
His ears twitched, making him look over at me. "Good morning-"
He slowly up, groaning as he did. "Are you alright?" I asked, looking up at him again.
He nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine." He said, walking over to me.
I hummed in response, opening a can of monster for myself. Jack himself took the plate I had sitting out for him.
"Thank you-" He said, as he dogged in.
"Mhm-" I hummed to him.
He kept eating. "Soo.. What are you planning on doing today.?" He asked, still eating his food.
I shrugged. "I'm not sure. Most likely going over mission plans. Make sure everything is still right, and not fucked up." I said.
"Mission plans.?" He asked.
"Yeah. Well, I guess it's weird to explain. They're mission that the big man itself wants us too do. But if you're lucky like me- You can get out of doing those missions by doing other jobs." I said, starting to drink my energy drink.
He nodded slowly. "Toby.?"
"Mhm?"
"What do you look like.?" He asked, looking down at me.
I titled my head. "What?"
"Could you tell me what you look like.?? I mean- I can't really see it for myself.." he said, sounding a little ashamed by what he was saying.
"I kind of have an image of you in my head-.. But I just think it would be nice to know in my image is right or not.." He said, turning his head away a bit.
I chuckled at him a little bit. "Well, can you tell me about this so called image?" I said, leaning against the table. Still drinking my monster.
He hummed, thinking for a moment. "Well.. I know you're shorter than me.." He sniffed at the air. "You smell like pinewood, or something."
He hummed, thinking again. "I'm guessing you dye your hair.. I can smell the bleach." He went back to thinking again. "I'm guessing you like baggy and soft clothes-" He said, running his hand over the shirt he was wearing.
I chuckled at him. "So you just know a few facts, but you want to 'know, know' what I look like?" I asked him, getting him to nod.
I sighed, tapping my foot as I thought. "Well- I'm told I have amber colored eyes. I personally just call them brown, cause I don't even know what the difference is-" I said, looking up at him.
I saw him smiling, which in return, made me smile.
"You're right about the me being shorter then you part. I don't remember how tall. I think 5'9 or something around there.." I hummed again. "I also do dye my hair- Right now it's short. Mostly brown with light blue ends-" I told him.
"I also do like baggy clothes- I think they're more comfortable than the skinny ass jeans I see people around here wearing."
I heard him laugh at that remark, getting me to smile again.
"So I'm right about some thing.?" He asked.
I nodded. "Yeah- I feel like you should be a detective or something-"
He chuckled. "No- I would have wanted to be a doctor-" He said
"A doctor?"
"Mhm.." He said, sounding a little 'Bittersweet' about it.
I genuinely patted his arm. "Well.. I think you would have been a great doctor-" I told him, getting him to smile again.
"Thank you-.."
