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Dallon pulls the covers further up his body as another lighting bolt cracks across the sky outside. It had scheduled to storm and Dallon is never more grateful for not having a crippling fear of thunder storms and also being blissfully gifted with being a heavy sleeper. He's actually a lover of thunderstorms in some way, he finds them strangely relaxing and fascinating to watch during lonely hours of the night where he can't sleep.

His little nest is warm and cosy, wrapped up in his thick duvet as he sleeps with the side of his face pressed against the cold side of the pillow and his mouth hanging open with snores. Just like a lot of people, Sleep is a vital part of Dallons every day life and not even a thunderstorm was going to ruin it.

Strangely enough, he does find himself wakening up slightly to a painful mewling sound that rings in his ears and causes him to scrunch his nose up at such a horrible sound. He attempts to pull the covers further up his body to try and block out the sound, grunting whenever he fails of doing so and ends up hitting himself in the face whenever the covers slip out from under his tight grip.

"For fuck sake."He groans in pain, voice laced in thick sleep as he rubs his hand over his face to make sure that he isn't bleeding. He sits up in bed, rubbing at his face tiredly just as another crack of thunder shakes the house, lightening simultaneously lightening up Dallons bedroom as he yawns his tiredness.

Dallon can hear the same mewl cry echo through the house, causing Dallon to open his eyes and look around. It's loud enough to make him believe that whoever or whatever is making that sound is actually in the room. It's a heart breaking sound of a cry of fear and terror that surprisingly makes Dallons heart ache as he listens.

Out of tiredness and determination to find out who or what is making that god awful sound - and to put an end to it somehow - Dallon is kicking the thick duvet off of his body before forcefully pulling himself out of bed. He's groggy in his actions as he shuffles his way out of the bedroom and follows the sad mewling of fear until he ends up in the Kitchen.

"Are you shitting me?"Dallon looks almost sourly at the Hybrid that has went to desperate measures to try and get out of the rain, body pressed as close as possible to the glass of the back door. He opens his mouth to let out another painfully scared sound, shaking like a leaf as he cries in the rain whenever another clap of thunder is released.

The Hybrid looks so scared as he tries to cower out of the rain, face scrunched up in a cry whenever more rain pelts down onto his sensitive little cat ears, his tail wrapped around his body in a form of protection.

"For god sake-"Dallon sighs, realising that right now he can't be a grumpy asshole and leave the poor Hybrid out in the rain. He's obviously terrified and as much as Dallon hates cats, he's not a bad person.

He fumbles for the back door keys, unlocking the door.

The Hybrid looks up in alert, his brown eyes wet with tears and clouded with fear as he looks up at Dallon unsurely. His body shakes in terror tremors, letting out a soft Meow of confusion whenever all that happens is the pair stare at one another.

"Well are you going to stay out in the rain or are you going to- hey!"Dallon is nearly floored for the second time today, a blur passing by and into the warm house before Dallon can even finish off what he was saying.

The Hybrid is gone from the kitchen the Second that Dallon turns around to look, causing the man to grumble and lock the door. He grabs a towel from where it sits on the kitchen counter, off to find where the Hybrid has went off to. Of course, being the good person means that he's going to regret it.

"Yo! Get off of the couch!"He shouts whenever he spots the Hybrid curled up in one corner of the couch, the side closest to the radiator. The Hybrids clothing has been shredded fast, leaning the Hybrid in a pair of boxers and a muscle shirt that was worn under his t-shirt, both items of clothing not in the best of conditions not the Hybrid seems to care.

"Didn't your last owners teach you any damn manners?"

The Hybrid blinks at him.

"Am I talking to myself? Hello? Do you talk? English? Habla usted Inglés?"Dallon tries, frustrated whenever the Hybrid just blinks at him lazily, letting out a soft purr whenever he feels the heat come off of the radiator. His ears are flopped up, tail behind him swaying calmly now that he's indoors.

Dallon sighs whenever he realises that he's not going to get an answer, throwing the towel at the Hybrid which catches him off guard.

"Dry off, your soaking wet."

He looks at Dallon and then to the towel, bringing it up to his face and nosing at the fabric in curiosity before he throws it at the ground, not at all liking the feeling against his face. It's too rough.

"You sure are picky for someone who has nothing."Dallon grumbles, earning a Meow in response as he bends down to pick up the towel. He's too tired for this, he just wants to go back to sleep for another 12 hours, not have to deal with a strange Hybrid at god knows what hour of the morning it is."Let me dry you off."

Nodding, the Hybrid allows Dallon to dry him off quickly around his face and hair with the towel, the brown eyed Hybrid having to repress his whimpers whenever the human brushes the towel over his ears a little too roughly but he doesn't want to be rude.

"I'll call Hybrid Protection Services in the morning, maybe we'll find your owner or get you one."Dallon informs the Hybrid from where he is crouched in front of him on the ground."I'll get you a blanket and you can sleep down here, I'll keep the heating on for you."

"Thank you."The Hybrid speaks softly, something that surprises Dallon. He didn't even think the Hybrid could speak, but he can and he has a very beautiful voice. He looks at Dallon timidly, eyes wide in shock with himself and in fear.

"So you could speak all this time?"Dallon decides to go with. They nod their head."Why didn't you?"

"Because you never said that I could."They reply softly, not looking away from Dallon who sighs at the Hybrids response."I-I'm sorry, I shouldn't of said anything-"

"I'm not your owner, you don't have to listen to what I say."The tall man informs, standing up straight so he can go and fetch a blanket for the Hybrid."I'm Dallon by the way. If you're going to be living in my house, you might as well know my name."

"I'm Brendon, Sir."

Dallon blinks at the use the word sir, unsure how he should approach it. It's obviously something that Brendons last owner taught him out of respect but not something that Dallon is fond of being used directly towards him. It won't matter anyway, it's not as if he's going to know Brendon for much longer.

"I'll get you back to your owner in the morning, Brendon."He replies instead, watching whenever Brendons eats flatten back into his hair and gives the man a polite nod of the head. With another look, Dallon nods his head and turns to go and fetch Brendon a blanket for the night.

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