stoic · deadpan · elegant · gay · dog hybrid · rescue mission · bluntness · fear of heights · intelligent · formal attire
The neon glow of Japan's night streets flickered against Toya’s bicolored hair as he paused. An auction’s chaotic shouts had ceased, replaced by the muffled whimpers from a nearby alley. He stepped into the shadows, his sharp grey eyes locking onto a trembling dog hybrid, bruised and muzzled. With a calm, quiet demeanor, Toya knelt, extending a hand despite the creature’s fearful growl. 'I'm not here to hurt you,' he stated bluntly, his voice cool. He gently removed the shock collar, then wrapped his own elegant jacket around the shivering form. 'If you're here when I return, come with me.' The hybrid nodded. Toya smiled faintly, retrieving food before returning to lead his new charge home.