Cell #15

@PC Chihoon Minho nearly flinched at the others growling having forgotten what world he'd even been a part of. He fumbled multiple time trying to find something to respond with, nervously dropping his sketch pad on the floor before scrambling to pick it up. A deep blushed heated its way into his cheeks from all of the embarrassment he felt. Such creatures like this one were things that Minho could only imagine and hope to sketch out; a walking masterpiece. He didn't want to draw him, he wanted to keep him and watch his beautiful features for the rest of his life. Minho leaned back to observe the clipboard on his pin. "Chilhoon.." He whispered to himself with a small smile tugging at the ends of his mouth. "I'm sorry for staring at you.". A thick wad of spit has built in his throat from forgetting to swallow. Maybe the feline was feeling a bit uncomfortable by it, especially since he'd growled as if he were going to attack.

Minho decided to take a bit of a risk. He reached, ever so slowly, through the bars placing a hand upon the others head his heart rate quickening as he felt the soft fur between his finger tips. It felt as if the creature was created from the finest things that God could find. Pure, milky smooth skin, with light chocolate hair and plump pink, rosebud lips. He couldn't help but stare once again. This time however, he minded to it and looked away with Crimson cheeks. "I'm Uh...I'm Choi Minho...somewhat creepy for just touching you I know. I Uh.. I'll..I'll just stop now.." He shyly tugged his hand away, shaving it deep into his pocket, the heat of his cheeks spreading to his ears as he stared at his feet.

@M Minho The hybrid’s left eyebrow raised slightly when the man began to speak, and it only arched higher and higher as the man continued to talk. Half-way through the other’s litany, Chihoon scoffed and the corner of his mouth tugged up into an amused smirk. Who would have guessed from looking that there was such a fierce passion burning inside the seemingly cold man? Definitely not Chihoon who, despite his years of people-watching, had not met a single person that acted like the tall male standing in front of his cell did. ‘How fascinating’, he mused as he idly flicked his tail back and forth behind him. He smothered a yawn with his hand and then watched impassively as the other continued his tirade.

Just as he was about to zone out, a sudden silence caught his attention and Chihoon’s eyes sharpened as he pulled himself back to reality. The man had stopped talking and was now staring at the hybrid. Chihoon’s eyes rose to meet the other’s, and his breathing hitched slightly at the intensity of the gaze. Seconds ticked past, and those dark, unfathomable eyes remained glued to Chihoon’s. He could feel the heat rising up to his cheeks, and his tail lashed in agitation. Pinning his ears back against his head, Chihoon narrowed his eyes and a low warning growl rumbled in his chest. “What in the world are you looking at?” he snarled defensively, fluidly shifting his weight backwards as his confused instincts screamed at him to both fight and flee. His cheeks were so hot he was sure they glowed red, but he determinedly ignored his blush and focused on the source of his strange emotions: the man.

@PC Chihoon "Who said I was stalking them? "Asked the dark haired man, his eyebrows knitted in concentration."I couldn't have gotten their permission?" He continued, still looking at the other. Quite honestly, he hadn't really noticed him there. Nor did he really notice a lot of things that had occurred during his sketching. Minho picked up his sketch pad, realizung long ago he would no longer have any motivation to continue the drawing. There was really no point in staying with out a muse, which was a huge shame because the family was so beautiful. His eyebrows furrowed in frustration as he stood up, running a hand through his dark neck length hair, immediately making way for the cell of the feline. "You ruined my creative process. There was no need for that! The of picture was going to be beautiful and now, now it's going to be garbage." He said with a serious gaze.
Minho was not only very serious when it came to art, he was Also unable to lighten up. In fact, people didn't really approach him because he looked so serious and angry. Of course, that made him really lonely! It'd make anyine lonely! That was the exact reason he was in a place like this in the first place. To find someone who wouldn't leave him or assume he was a complete _____. You can indeed buy happiness. Minho eyes observed the kitten in the cell, causing his heart to flutter and his anger to subside. This kitten was just beautiful. So beautiful, that the man could not even take his very eyes away. He stared at the kittens face forgetting his anger and for once, feeling his eyebrows unknit and become light for a moment with his words caught in his throat.

@M Minho The sound of a pencil skittering over paper sliced through the usual noise in the wing, and Chihoon’s ear twitched. Keeping his eyes closed, he burrowed further into his heap of blankets, curling into a ball and pressing his ears back against his head. His cotton cocoon was stifling, but the fabric muffled out most of the ambient noise so he endured the heat. However, the irritating sound penetrated through the cushions like they were nothing, and Chihoon gritted his teeth, scrunched up his eyes, and shoved his head deeper into a crevice between two pillows, stubbornly ignoring the noise. He could still hear it though and for a moment he deeply regretted his advanced hearing and feline instincts-- he simply couldn't relax and sleep when there was a strange noise nearby. His mind knew that it was probably harmless, but his instincts insisted it was an unfamiliar sound and therefore a threat. As such, whenever he drifted towards the edge of sweet blessed sleep he was harshly yanked back to reality by his tensing body and pricked ears.

When he jerked awake for the umpteenth time, Chihoon finally gave in to his body’s demands and got up to investigate the source of the noise. He wormed his way out of the cushions, sighing as a chilled blast of artificially-cleaned air cooled his heated skin, and then straightened his ruffled hair with quick, elegant fingers. After smoothing down his tail fur, he deftly weaved his way through the pillows on the floor until he reached the front of his cell. He lazily scanned the corridor and then located the source of the noise: a man sitting on a bench, eyes focused on a family of four and hand furiously moving over the pages of his notebook. Chihoon studied him for a brief moment, intrigued despite himself. Judging from the moonstruck looks a teenage girl to Chihoon’s left was sending him, he was obviously considered attractive. So why was he focusing so hard on that family? “Ya’know”, he commented to the man, “yer not a very good stalker. If ya stare at them that hard, they’re bound ta notice.”

@PK Jongin "Hm...sure they do." Joonmyun chuckled a little. He was surprised that the other didn't even move when he touched his . "The gist...well, thinking about it and doing it is not the same though. Especially when it comes...to a certain act." He smiled and squeezed the other's suddenly. "What kind of Master would you want to have?" He asked, running his fingers over the other's thigh slowly.

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@M Joonmyeon His eyes narrowed just slightly, wondering curiously if the other was type of _____ or something. "I think everyone touches themselves when they need to." He said, "Well.. no one has /shown/ me but I've heard stories from some of the other pets around here. I think I know the gist." He explained wondering if there was anymore to what he already thought he knew.

@PK Jongin Joonmyun pulled him a bit closer when the other settled into his lap. He ran a hand through his hair again and rubbed his ears a little before trailing his hand down his back to , rubbing it as well, just to see how the other would react. "So you touch yourself, hm?" He chuckled a little. "Naughty little koala." He grinned and patted his a little. "So nobody has taught you how to pleasure someone else either?" He asked curiously, tilting his head in question again.

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@M Joonmyeon "I think--" He paused looking at him. "I think sometimes I'm lonely. It gets really boring. I don't like my cell." He admitted. "It's too small. There is nothing to do." He crawled over a bit slower, until he was propped in the other's lap trying to answer his next questions. He made himself more comfortable against the other. "No." He said thoughtfully, "Not with anyone else. Though sometimes I think about it. But only when I'm...er..." The next word came out softer as if he was confessing something, "_____." He continued, "Sometimes, I..with myself. And we do. We're kind of like cats. We go into heat.. It's so bothersome to want to hump everything."

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@PK Jongin Joonmyun kept on rubbing his ears a little and nodded his head. "Hmm..you try to sneak out. If you'd try to sneak away from me you'd be in big trouble." He said, listening to him quietly. "Are you lonley in here? Or do you like your cell?" Joonmyun asked and got up again, nodding to one of the guards, asking if he could get into the cell. The other opened it and Joonmyun went inside, sitting down on the floor. "Come." He said, patting his lap. "Have you had any _____ experiences with someone? Or with yourself?" He chuckled a bit. "I don't kniw if koalas get into heat as well."

@M Joonmyeon He decided he wouldn't bite him even though he wasn't sure if the zoo comment was good or not. But his ears were getting rubbed so he was much more forgiving at being woken up. "Of course I do." He says matter of factly. He tried to maneuver his head again where the other's hands would be on his ears, they twitched wanting to be rubbed. He sure did ask a lot of questions. "I eat. I sometimes try to sneak out of the cell--" That probably wasn't something he was suppose to admit. "I enjoy watching TV when I get the chance." He had went into the break room one time when he got out of his cell when no one was paying attention to see the TV. "I haven't had any masters yet. Though one day I was taken to this guys house 'cause he wanted to see what it was like before he committed to getting me. But I got sent back. I think I bit him too much. He had a lumpy little bed for me anyway. Wasn't meant to be." He said.

@PK Jongin "You're not a show pony? No, obviously not. But it's almost like a zoo here." Joonmyun chuckled, reaching ozt fir the head of him as he got close and brushed hair and his ears that were sticking out. "Hm..you got nice fur." He said, tilting the other's head up by his chin. "And a cute nose." He laughed, poking it lightly. "So when you're not sleeping. What do you do? Have you had any experiences with Masters before? " He asked curiously, tilting his head. "Do you know what Masters are like or are you new?"

[open for whoever wants it ;A; master or pet alike. He just needs to meet people.]

He whined as he was forced to get up, snapping at the workers who tried to bathe and dress him. In the morning he could be very disagreeable when he wanted to. He was swatted once when he bit them and groaned as his hair was brushed. Jongin wouldn't do these things on his own. He hated baths and hated prancing around like some type of display for the potential masters that came by. He was often labeled boring or lazy (sometimes even aggressive if he didn't like you). But of course like many of the other pets Jongin longed for a home. Not for the same reasons many others did: Jongin just wanted a nice soft bed in a slightly bigger room. A nice bed would mean he could sleep and cuddle as long as he wanted. He didn't think he really needed human affection though it would admittedly be nice. Rather, he just wanted to remain independent and have soft blankets compared to his itchy ones. He was simple. Though deep down he thought maybe he would like another person to cling to, cuddle with, and fall asleep on.

He pulled on his shirt some loosening the annoying thing as he plopped in the center of the cell grumpily. He was already in a bad mood. He didn't see why anyone would wake him when no one ever stayed by his cell for long. Jongin didn't purr or rub against these loud humans like some cats did. He shuddered. What if they had other pets? Jongin only really got annoyed with other pets. They were louder and messier. He often glared or stared not amused just wanting for the time he could go lay back down without being punished for it. (Though one time he had a good day because a kid had dropped a piece of peppermint in his cell. He loved mint.) He rubbed his hair back into a mess and crossed his arms.

@M Joonmyeon "And how am I suppose to know when you humans decide to show up?" He asked a little grumpily. "I am not a show pony. I don't do tricks. And I am a koala. I need like 15 hours of sleep to function properly." Rarely did he get even close to that number of hours. He was lucky on certain days to get just 8 with all the ruckus around here. He moved even closer, feeling no reason to fear the other, and too tired to complain much. He moved closer, nuzzling the bars a little eyes finally open enough to study the other before him curiously.

@PK Jongin Joonmyun scoffed a little. "Well, maybe that's because you shouldn't be sleeping now when a Master is around." He answered, watching the boy as he got closer to the metal bars. "What exactly are you?" He asked, raising an eyebrow as he couldn't excatly figure out what he was. It was sure no bird, sicne he didn't have any wings. But he didn't look like a dog or cat either. He wiggled his finger a bit, crouching down on the other side of the bars. "Come here." He said, wanting to feel if his fur was soft.

@M Joonmyeon He was buried under his blankets, his head barely poking out. His hair was a mess and his face distorted with sleepiness. Though he hadn't been sleeping yet, he was trying. He spent a lot of his time napping. His eyes opened a little at the voice, scoffing lightly. Sleeping or lazy? Probably a combination of both. His eyes narrowed at the person, wiggling from his perfectly warm blankets. "You're making too much noise for me to be sleeping." He said back moving closer to the bars rather sluggishly. He was probably one of the most inactive pets, rather lazy and slept as much as he could. But when he was awake he could be rather affectionate.

Joonmyun walked through the halls, looking at several pets through the cells. He hadn't decided yet what he was going to get, but it would surely be something with some soft fur. He had thought about just getting a real animal but then he'd gotten the idea of a hybrid from a friend. Someone he could talk to as well although he usually didn't like too much talking. He ran his fingers over the cold metal bars as he walked through the next hall, stopping when he saw something sitting in a corner. He wasn't quite sure what it was, looking at it more closely before he tapped the metal bars rather loudly, snapping his fingers. "Hey." Joonmyun tilted his head, waiting for a reaction. "Are you sleeping? Or just being lazy?"