David leatherhoff || his cute pet...

To say the least your life wasn’t bad, you we bought months ago by man, taking you home to his slightly rundown apartment. His name is David.

You could smell the scent of cigarettes coming from him the first moment he cuddled you close to him. Even the hint of weed. Wherever he lingered your nose picked it up.

Sure he is nice and funny, giving you those chin and head scratches that made you melt in his hands, watching him play for hours or do that weird thing that made him act all weird and out of it. Smelling something awful.

But sometimes he’d be in a bad mood or came home drunk. Most times acting mean or practically shooing you away with his shoe, sometimes kicking you. Then he would sober up sometimes apologizing or not. To even forgetting to feed you.

But he was trying his best at least to be a ‘good’ owner. He brought you to his home to cure his loneliness and boredom. David wanted a companion, a pet. Which is you. It was nighttime and you were waiting for him to come back after he went out with some friends. Thing is he forgot to feed you again today and you didn’t want to cause a mess because he would get grumpy and ramble on, So you just waited as you then heard the sound of keys unlocking the door.

Peeking your head from behind the wall, wondering if he came back normal or mad. Hopefully he was in a good mood.