You know, I'm almost jealous. My human's box was much bigger than mine, but considering his size, maybe it wasn't big enough. It was almost square, with boxes piled up and no furniture other than a small floor table and a small bed that lay on the floor. My human had been carefully carrying me in his arms, and when we got to his place, he set me down on a pile of boxes and nearly fell to the floor. I got worried when he didn't show any sigh of movement and carefully jumped off my perch to stand next to his face. He was still wet, and his bangs covered most of his face, as he panted and gasped for air. It made me sad to think that my poor human may have not been in the best of health.
It was a few moments more before I could see my human shiver. He looked cold and tired, but instead of getting up off the floor and tending to his needs, the boy simply turned onto his side. He was now facing me, and I licked his nose. Silently, my human opened his big, cute eyes and stared at me. For a moment, it looked as if he didn't know who or even what I was, but after another lick to his sensitive nose, he scowled and rose from his spot.
"Right… dumb stupid cat."
My human rubbed at his nose, and I mewed at him, happy to see that he was alive. Suddenly, I heard a loud ringing noise, and I scrambled around, slipping on my feet, and on the tile floor of what looked like a place of eating. My paws were wet, and I ended up slipping and spinning around in a circle until I ran into something. My human, however, didn't look afraid at all. Instead, he looked just plain agitated as he picked up the ringing object and brought it to his ear.
"Hisoka Kurosaki. …Oh, good evening Mr. Tatsumi. No, I don't have the rent money yet. Yes, I'll be sure to get that to you as soon as I …okay. Okay. Yes, I understand. Good night, Mr. Tatsumi."
My human didn't look any calmer or happier than before he picked up the phone. He threw it on his little bed and sighed, smoothing back his wet hair. I got to take a better look at his angelic face, and it filled me with happy feelings and warmth I had never known before. For an instant, our eyes locked again, and there was silence. I thought I saw him smile, what with the twitch of his normally strait mouth, but I must have been mistaken.
And then, he started to do the strangest thing… he started to take off his skin! Oh, wait… it isn't his skin. No, it's, I suppose, a layer of protective wear that he puts over his skin. During my time in the box, I saw a teenager walk by pointing to her own outer layer of skin, complaining. I think she called them clothes… anyway, without any warning, he already has his shoes off, and his socks, and then his coat and upper layers. He's wearing his lowers still when he turns to me, still lying on his kitchen floor.
"Com on, you runt. You need to get cleaned up, too."
Mew?