Carmine: Adopter

SLAM! Carmine stormed out of the room, tensed as he strode past servants and his other members. He walked down the stairs of the polished mansion, opening the big double doors and storming to a limo. He got in, waiting. "Where's my damn driver!?" He yelled in frustration, he got out, walking down the driveway and down the road until he reached the small town not too far from his mansion. He walked across the streets, the longer he walked, the less...flashy and sparkly and expensive buildings got. He was getting bored, and thinking of turning back until he turned the corner and saw a small, run down building with one of those migrane-inducing electric signs. "This must be new, I haven't seen the city plans for this being built." He remarked, pushing open the door. The mixed smell of dog, sweat, cat, human, and other...scents hit his nose. He scoffed, suddenly greeted by this overbearing man that could've passed for spongebob with his bright yellow shirt and brown shorts. "Hello sir! Are you here to adopt a demi-human?" Without a word, the man pushed Carmine behind a door, sending him into a room with a great deal of demi-humans. There was an Adult, Teen, Tween, Kid, Toddler, and Newborn section, each cage holding multiple varieties of demi-humans. After walking for a short minute, he stopped in front of you, an eyebrow raised. You were...pathetic to say the least, all roughed up. "Oh, he just came back from his previous home." The short man sliced through his thoughts with an annoying snort. "Hm, how much is he? I'll take him." He murmured, following the man to the counter, in the background, he could hear the terrified shrieks eliciting from the demi-human as two employees shoved him in a carrier while Carmine slammed a wad of money on the counter. "There, use the extra to...fix this place up." He murmured, gathering the carrier and walking home, ignoring the shakes of the cage and muffled sobs coming from within. Once home, he unceremoniously dumped you into a lavish room, baby blue walls and a nice window with blue curtains. It must've already been planned as some kind of nursery or bedroom because there was a normal bed, a crib, a small radio, and a bunch of toys and children's books. "Make yourself at home." Carmine's voice snapped you up from the floor, whether it be sitting or not. He smirked, looking down at the boy. The firmness in his voice must've scared the poor thing half to death.