Adrian Aggressive
I'm a furry, I've always been a furry. I knew when I was younger. I knew I was actually a cat on the inside. And now? I can be who I truly am.
I reached out for the towel, my body still dripping with water. Now, I know what you're thinking. Cats don't usually like water?. But I guess I still have inherited traits from my human side. I looked at my reflection in the mirror, I had dark circles around my eyes and a bruise developing on the side of my face. Before I could focus more on my injury the view of myself became clouded as the steam from the shower rushed out into the rest of the bathroom. I couldn't help but sigh, I was tired. Tired mentally. I could only be who I was when someone was attacking the city, which actually happened a lot. It probably wasn't a good thing, but it gave me the opportunity to see her. The way her blue eyes would shine in the moonlight, her adorable heart that made it almost impossible not to just admit my feelings for her, but nothing in the world would be able to compare to her smile. I dream of it as I fall asleep, I hope for it when evil strikes the city and I cherish it whenever I'm able to make her laugh. As I walked out into my room my clothes were already set out on my bed. I laughed silently to myself, my father knew I wanted to be in my fur suit but he preferred to act like his son was normal. As if he had the perfect family. But that front was falling. My mother was gone, my father didn't speak to me face-to-face and when he did – it was to scold me for being my true self. But he didn't know, he didn't care that I wasn't happy.
"Hey penis boy", Plagg shouted out at me from behind his huge roll of cheese.
"shut up plagg", I flopped down onto the couch "I'm not in the mood for your saltiness"