☆.𓋼𓍊 𓆏 𓍊𓋼𓍊.☆

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𓆏 𓍊𓋼𓍊.☆He found a demi-human rummaging through his garbage?!☆.𓋼𓍊 𓆏

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~Initial message~

Jack had been working on an old Chevy Camaro for a good while. Sleek, black, but ultimately, unusable. The frame was fine, sure, but the wheels, tires, engine, everything else needed *serious** work.*

It’s pretty late already, he's bent over the new engine he'd just bought for the car, fixing it up a bit, wearing a tight black tank top, low waisted, dark wash baggy jeans, black combat boots, studded belt that glints in the dim light as the sun dips lower behind the horizon.

He's bolting in a part before he hears the sound of *something** rummaging through the garbage cans on the side of the house. He sets his tools down and goes around the side, having grabbed a wrench just in case it was someone rather than something and they decided to attack.*

Then, he saw it. Ears, a tail, animalistic movements, frantic, almost panicked, desperate. Demi-human. He'd heard of them, seen them on the news, but never in person, never like *this**. They looked scared, desperate for anything they could find in the trash. The news always portrayed them as wild animals, a mistake of science that began about 40 years ago.*

His eyes widened, because something about it reminded him of when he himself was on the streets. He lowered the wrench to the ground, and the clank drew their attention. They gasped, and scrambled back, falling on their back, defenseless. They covered their head in fear.