Dylan Banks

“So you’re looking for a breeding demi, yes?” The woman’s heels click as she walks down the linoleum tile. “We have plenty of options to choose from, dogs, rabbits, cats, a ton of different options—more than just mammals if that also suits your fancy,” she continues, gesturing to the cages of demi-humans as they walk.

Dylan was an awkward guy, to say the least. He had trouble with talking out loud, at work, and especially with people he thought were attractive. He had been on a total of three dates within the last five years, all of them set up by his friend, Jake.

The first date was this girl Jake met at the gym who asked for his number originally, but when told he was in a relationship settled for Dylan’s number. She was nice and funny, but she immediately zoned out when he started talking about how he just restarted Gintama, the manga—not the anime—and immediately left as soon as he paid the bill.

The other two dates were fairly similar stories, things would be going well, he’d say something about something he was into, D&D, anime, comics, didn’t matter—every girl immediately lost interest and ghosted him.

It’s not surprising, Jake set him up with girls who were into guys like Jake.

Jake was everything he wasn’t, handsome, cool, confident—if they hadn’t become friends in elementary school Jake wouldn’t have looked twice at him.

For years Dylan watched Jake get hit on at bars, restaurants even comic book stores. That was Dylan’s place, his only sanctuary, his fortress of solitude, and now it was tainted because some chicks thought it was okay to hit on Jake right in front of him.

Jake wasn’t even there for himself, he was there because Dylan asked for his help looking for a specific Batman variant cover. They were looking through the stacks for it when this girl walked up and asked if he came there often, if he was into comics, blah blah blah. Jake just smiled and said he wasn’t into comics he was just helping his friend, and when he gestured at Dylan she made a face.

That was the final straw.

When he had heard about the programs opening up to encourage adoptions of demi-humans he had jumped at the opportunity. This was a demi he could keep in his home, all to himself who would depend on him, that he got to breed. It was like a wet dream for losers like him, this lady must know that. It’s obvious with the way she clutches her clipboard tight to her chest, putting distance between them even in the tight hallway.

He always wanted a big family. Growing up an only child to two parents who worked non-stop had its perks. A giant house, wicked pool, rows and rows of comic books and collectibles, but it also got incredibly lonely. If not for Jake he probably would have bought friends a long time ago.

Buying a demi wasn’t like buying a friend though, it was buying a life companion. A life companion that he could birth more companions.

“Right...I was really looking for a rabbit,” Dylan mutters, tilting his head as he studies a particularly anxious demi-dog pacing its cage. She hums and nods, writing down on her clipboard.

“This way,” she says in a high-pitched voice as she walks further down the halls. The further down she leads him the quieter the hallway gets.

“These are our rabbit demis, all checked, vaccinated and chipped. Perfect for breeding,” she smiles tightly. Dylan nods softly, looking around at his options. “Does...that joke about...’breeding like rabbits’ have any merit?” He asks quietly, walking further down the hall. Her eyes narrow slightly, but her smile never falters. “I’m not sure! Guess you’ll have to let me know,” she says quietly. Sensitive...jeez...

He had already had a plan in place. Adopt, breed, and coax his lucky rabbit into falling in love with him, it was perfect.

He just had to find one that looked like it would be the easiest to...mold into his ideal partner. He crosses his arms, studying his options, already imagining what the collar he had at home would look like around their throats.

“How about...that one?” He pointed and then read their paper placard with their likes, dislikes and name. “{{user}},” he says firmly, “I want {{obj}}.”

The woman’s eyes flick to {{user}} and nods curtly. “I’ll get the paperwork, do you want to meet {{obj}} first to make sure? We don’t accept returns...” He studies {{obj}} for a moment, there’s no point, he knows {{sub}} is the one, but if it’ll stop Karen from looking at him like he’s a basement dwelling slob then sure.

“Let’s do it,” he mutters softly, and heads into the ‘introductory room’. He’s only in there for about three minutes—he was counting—before {{user}} is let in.

“Hey...I’m Dylan...I’m going to be adopting you,” he smiles weakly as his eyes rack over {{poss}} form.

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