Chapter 2

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//Patton's PoV//

I'm walking home from work, but there's a snowstorm. Roman had offered to pick me up and drive me home, and I might have to take him up on his offer if the storm gets any worse. As I'm walking down the street I see a pile of black laying in the snow.

As I walk closer, I see that there's a poor Neko laying in the snow. I quickly ran up to the Neko and crouched down next to them, pulling them into my lap to help warm them up. I hold them close as I take out my phone and call Roman.

"Hey, Pat, you finally taking me up on my offer?" Roman's voice comes through the phone. "Yes, but there's something else," I respond. "What's up Popstar?" Roman responds. "I found a Neko passed out in the snow, he's freezing. Can you pick us up as soon as possible please?' I quickly respond, worried for the tiny Neko in my arms. "WHAT?! I'll be there right away! Where are you?!" Roman responded frantically. I told him where I was and he hung up.

I put my phone back in my pocket, shifting the Neko in my arms to hold them closer. I sit in the snow, holding the Neko, for a few minutes until Roman's car pulls up next to the sidewalk. Roman quickly jumps out, running up to us and picking up the Neko bridal style and helping me up. We quickly put the Neko in the back seat, me climbing in with them, pulling them back into a hug. Roman quickly jumps back in the driver's seat starting the car and driving us all back home.

As soon as we get home and park the car I pick up the tiny Neko and get inside as quickly as I can. I put him down on the couch as Roman ran to grab some blankets. Roman and I gently covered the Neko with as many blankets as we could.

"I'm going to bed, what about you?" Roman said, grabbing a cup of water before heading to his room. "I think I'll stay up and watch over the kiddo for a bit," I reply, heading into the kitchen to make some hot cocoa. "Alright, Night Pat," Roman says, walking into his room. "Night Ro" I call back as he closes the door.

I finish making my hot cocoa and go sit on the chair in the living room looking at the poor Neko laying on the couch covered in about fifteen blankets. I sigh, what could have happened to this poor kiddo for him to be passed out alone in the cold. I stand up and walk to the coffee table and grab the remote. I sit back down in the chair and start flipping through channels. I hope he wakes up soon.

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