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Ch 5: Poverty hits harder than truck-kun

Krit stared at the stranger in disbelief as the stranger just stretched sleepily, their bare skin a stark contrast against the white sheets. He couldn't believe that he had accidentally snuggled up with a complete stranger in his bed.

"Who the hell are you?" Krit demand a answer, his heart still racing from the shock.

As the person sat up in bed, Krit suddenly noticed something peculiar, cat ears adorned their head. The fluffy, white ears were nestled amongst their messy bed hair, adding a surreal and bizarre touch to the situation.

"What ARE you?" Krit asked, his eyes wide with disbelief,"You're... you've got cat ears?"

His confusion grew as the person with cat ears didn't speak a word, but their ears certainly seemed to respond to his question.

They perked up and swiveled slightly at the mention of the cat ears. It was an almost eerie and unnatural response, but it was clear that these were indeed real, functioning cat ears!

Krit stared at the stranger in astonishment. The puzzle pieces seemed to fall into place, the cat he had found outside last night, the weird conversation they'd had, the fact that they were now naked in his bed. It suddenly hit him, could this person be the cat I had brought in, transformed into a human form overnight?!

"Are you... are you the cat? From last night?" he asked again, disbelief clear in his voice.

The stranger, who indeed had cat ears and presumably was once the cat he had found outside, gave no response. They simply sat on the bed but the flick of their ears and the way their tail seemed to involuntarily twitch under the sheets hinted at their acknowledgment of the situation.

Krit keep asking him if can't talk? From where he came? But the cat-boy didn't respond with words, but his expression spoke volumes. His lips curled into a slight pout, and his eyes narrowed in an annoyed manner, almost as if irritated by Krit's constant prodding. It was a familiar gesture.

A sign of irritation or annoyance, just like a cat would exhibit when it was bothered.It was as if the transformation hadn't fully erased their feline instincts.

Krit slumped onto the bed, running his fingers through his hair in frustration and disbelief. He was already in a bad situation, stranded in a small & old house with no money, struggling to get back on his feet. And now, of all things, he'd ended up with a cat-boy in his bed, who wouldn't even give him straight answers.

"What the hell am I supposed to do now?" he muttered, feeling overwhelmed by the bizarre situation. He qe couldn't make sense of it all. He ran his fingers through his hair, feeling the beginnings of a headache coming on.

"Okay, look... I need to call you something. Can you at least tell me your name?" he inquired, his tone a mix of curiosity and frustration.

There was no response. The person, or rather the cat-boy, just sat there silently, his cat ears twitching slightly in what might be annoyance.

Krit feeling a mixture of irritation and resignation, decided to take matters into his own hands. Since the cat-boy couldn't or wouldn't provide a name, he would have to come up with one himself.

"How about... Mumu?" he said, selecting the first name that popped into his head.

He waited for a response, but there was none. The cat-boy, now dubbed Mumu, just stared back at him with a combination of curiosity and irritation. It seemed like he was neither pleased nor offended with the name.

However Krit shrugged, accepting the lack of protest as a sign of consent. "Alright, Mumu it is," he declared, feeling a bit absurd but strangely satisfied with the name choice. "It suits you, I guess."

The realization that the Mumu was stark naked dawned on Krit again, causing him to glance away awkwardly. He rummaged through his baggage, searching for something that might fit the cat-boy.

"Err, yeah, you should probably wear something," he muttered, pulling out a pair of sweatpants and an oversized tee. "Here, these should do."

Mumu still silent but seemingly understanding the situation, took the clothes from Krit's hands. He put on the sweatpants, which hung loosely on his hips, and slipped the oversized tee over his head. The baggy clothes swallowed his small frame, making him look even more endearingly cat-like.

Krit was a bit relieved that Mumu was now covered, shook off the surreal moment and remembered his task for the day. With a sigh, he stood up and stretched.

"Well, I need to head out and find a job today," he announced, glancing at Mumu who was still sitting on the bed, quietly observing. "Right," he muttered, his expression turning serious, "I have to find a job before sundown."

He said and went to the bathroom for freshen up. After a shower he came back to his room where Mumu still lying lazily in his bed. Such a kitty! Krit couldn't help but chuckle. He got ready then look at Mumu.

"Yeah, I didn't think you would care much about that," Krit muttered, ruffling his hair in frustration. "Well, I'll be back in a few hours. You, uh, just...behave, okay? Try not to... do anything weird."

Mumu, still not speaking a word, simply nodded in response. His head tilted to one side as if in contemplation. Krit took that as a sign of understanding and decided to keep his new... companion? Charge? Company? Whatever Mumu was, he'd keep him nearby.

"Just... stay here," he reiterated, glancing back at the cat-boy who was still just sitting on the bed. "I'll be back this evening."

He knew that there was no food in the house, so he turned to Mumu once more. "I'm gonna buy some food while I'm out. There's nothing here. Just stay inside, okay?" he instructed, hoping Mumu would understand the importance of staying put.

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After all day searching, he finally found a job in the convenient store there. The owner immediately put a liking on him. Krit's appearance is no joke, he put some act and dang he get the job.

His work is to place things in store, manage them well and keep records of groceries. The owner was generous enough to give him some food as he was new here, also from Bangkok.

Krit happily came to his house. He's so happy that he could get something to eat for him and Mumu.

He entered in the house and turned on the lights with a big smile. But the view infront of him quickly made it change into a furious Krit. All the clothes and stuffs are thrown everywhere in the house and just now he heard a loud sound of something fall from kitchen.

He furiously screamed,"Mumu!!! You're dead!"

To be continued.....

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