Anthony Carson is a rather mundane fiction writer whose only goal is to create an arguably good masterpiece - even if it means getting exploited by his predatory agent. But when fate led him to Aegir - an eccentric cat-man - a fictitious reality aw...
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AEGIR couldn't help but to just stare at the unconscious man whose head made his lap a pillow. He couldn't help but to worry as he examined the man's bothered expression even when he lost his consciousness; his eyebrows in a tight line, almost like he had a bad dream. Aegir reached for the man's right hand and gently pressed it while his other hand was busy playing with Anthony's hair; silently hoping that these gestures would calm the man down, but none of the methods calmed Anthony down; he moved uncomfortably as he groaned.
Aegir sighed. "I should have come home early, now he saw me transforming. How can I explain these to him? " he berated himself.
"Stupid cat! You're putting him in more danger than he is now! " he bit his lip in frustration.
He is worried given the situation going on in the town and how Anthony saved him from someone that is connected to the unusual happenings circulating in town, he is a witness and he is quite sure that sooner or later... they will come.
He could feel his skin trembling in fear, his eyes started to wet in tears. He hiccuped. "I don't want to die yet... " he desperately whispered.
Setting his eyes on Anthony, his voice became more hushed, "And I do not want to endanger you too. I already found my master. "
"I have lots of stories to tell you, master from last week. I forgot to tell you but you know that was very fun. I know you will listen to my stories. " Aegir wiped away his tears and decided to tell his sleeping master his experiences, hoping that it would somehow relax him in his sleep.
Aegir smiled when he tried to remember his experience last week.
Aegir decided to pick up his paws and started working to help his master, Anthony. At first, the money he is giving to Anthony is money he stole from the fat lady. Anthony would ask him again and again where he is getting the money up until he decided to work for real so he can give Anthony a reason.
He is quite intelligent, he presumed. He smiled at the thought.
It is his first day of work in a nearby restaurant whose crews are just like him—animals with human appearances. But unlike them, he has no means to cover his ears or tail. So he looked like a "cosplayer" which Anthony always calls him. The customers of the restaurant are both human and human-like.
