I opened the door to house. "Down," I commanded. Writer hoped onto my couch. "Shahrukh, down," I said again. I looked to see the little mongoose asleep on my shoulder. I picked him up and set him on the couch. "Dinner," I called as I walked into my kitchen. Writer hopped over the couch and began to walk into the kitchen, only to be trampled by blue paws. "Shahrukh PenWork! Say your sorry," I shouted. Shahrukh ignored me.

" I heard dinner," he said. I scoffed. "Not for you," I said. "What?! I demand you give me food, immediately," he shouted. "Say your sorry to Writer and you'll get dinner," I said.

"Make me."

It.

Is.

ON!

We both glared at each other. But my stare was more intense. Shahrukh didn't see PetShopPenWork anymore, what he saw, was a monster. Though really, I hadn't changed in appearance.

To him, my brown eyes were green. I had sharp fangs. Long black claws. Grey ears and tail. To him, I was a wolf.

Shahrukh fell to the floor as I took a step closer to him. My gaze sometimes had this accidental effect on animals. "Say sorry," I growled. Shahrukh nodded very quickly and walked over to Writer. I blinked twice and rubbed my eyes.

"I'm sorry, dear friend," Shahrukh said. "Apology accepted," said Writer. I smiled and returned to getting dinner.

I set down to bowls. One orange the other blue. Writer's bowl had seeds, while Shahrukh's bowl had some mongoose had I had bought from the pet shop.

Shahrukh picked up a pellet. "Excuse, madam, but what is this," he asked. "It's a food pellet. Just eat it," I said. Shahrukh shoved the pellet into his mouth. He stopped moving for about 20 seconds.

"Shahrukh," I asked. Shahrukh sped over too his bowl and devoured his food. He burped and walked over to the couch. He grabbed the remote and began flipping through channels, swearing in Hindi when he couldn't find anything to watch.

I smiled. "Seems someone gonna like it here," I said. Shahrukh looked back at me as Writer hopped up on the couch. "How can you afford this stuff?! Your only el..." I threw my pencil at him, nearly hitting him.

"Never say my age!"

Shahrukh nodded quickly, shaking in his blue fur. Writer shrugged, being used to MK-47, the name he had given to my aggressive side. He picked up the remote and began flipping through channels.


A/N: Alright! That's it for chapter two! Still waiting to see outro suggestions. But for the next chapter, I'll reveal Shahrukh's golden secret. Also I just finished reading 'Daddy Sunil', so I'm putting Raja and Carrie in chapter 4! *Ding* I think I have an outro idea! *ahem*

See ya in PetShop, everybody!