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Diana

He took us back to his hotel room an hour ago. We'd been clothes shopping for a good six hours before heading there. True to his word, he puts more dye in his fur, just under his eyes to make it look like he's wearing makeup.

But now he pushes me into the restroom with my newly bought clothes. I close the door behind myself and pull the shirt over my head. It feels so weird, having another fabric over my fur. Weird, but I think I like it, a little at least.

I go ahead and pull on the black skirt that Perry bought for me. I really don't know why he's being so kind to me. He says that he's just being friendly, but for some reason I seriously feel like he's trying to be more than that, which is something I'm, unfortunately, overly used to. But the way he's going about it… something is just off.

I look around for the hair dye he had been talking about. I find it pretty quickly and look over the instructions. Sure enough, water would wash it out easily. I take a tuft of fur on my hair and rub the dye into it.

I walk out of the restroom and look at him. He's standing in front of a mirror looking up and down himself. He's dressed in the clothes that he'd bought for himself: black leather pants and a simple white t-shirt. He notices me as I walk out and raises his arms.

"What do ya think?" he asks me.

"You look ready to rock," I giggle at him.

"Good!" he nods, then looks me up and down. "You look great, too. Tonight's gonna be awesome!"

I sheepishly smile at him. He doesn't seem to notice and instead pulls out a cellphone. He begins typing at it furiously, and I slowly walk over to him.

"Whatcha doin'?" I ask over his shoulder.

He turns and looks at me, shocked for a second. I blink back at him, confused. He shakes his head.

"Sorry… it's just… a friend of a friend of mine says that all the time." He shakes his head again. "I'm texting Pinky. He forgot about timezones and asked me how the concert was going."

"Oh," I giggle again. "What's Pinky like? You haven't really described him outside of his name."

"He's a chihuahua. Really good natured. A bit of a romantic. He keeps trying to get himself a girlfriend. I think he's a lost cause. But he's always there when I need him to be. He's a great friend."

"And what about you? Are you a hopeless romantic?"

I can tell he's off put by my question. "Um, I mean, I've never really considered it. I've always been focused on my job and family."

I try not to show my slight excitement at his answer. I'm sure I probably failed.

"So how far is the concert hall from here?" I ask.

"I'd guess about fifteen minutes. The concert starts in about two hours, so we've got plenty of time."

"Good. Let's go eat something. I'm starving." I grab his arm and yank him away from the mirror.

"Alright, alright! Just let me grab the tickets!"

I see him open up a drawer. I peer inside as he pulls out two slips of paper. I also see some other things, but I don't get a good look before he closes it. He pulls out his wallet and sticks the tickets into it.

He heads over to the door and pushes it open. He turns to me, waiting. I walk past him.

I can honestly say that I've never met someone like Perry. He's incredibly friendly and is constantly talking about things that his owners have done. At first I don't believe a word he says. After all, who would believe that two eleven year olds could build a roller coaster or a ferris wheel or stadiums or travel through space more than once?

No one, that's who. At least, not until he shows me photographic evidence. I gawk at the images he's showing; he's clearly very proud of his owners.

I smile as he gets into another one of his stories. He's very excitable when talking about his past adventures. He's currently talking about how his owners had gone to Africa and had been forced to leave him behind. Somehow, he refuses to tell me how, he managed to get to Africa and find them. It's adorable. He traveled to the other side of the world for the people he loves.

That makes me wonder. At first I had been off put by him. But now I find myself staring at him, and not from confusion anymore. He said and did everything with an intention. Nothing is confused about him. He knows what he was doing at all times.

Which makes me wonder if perhaps he does suspect me of something. But then, what if he can help?

I shake my head of that thought. No one can help me. Let alone someone like him.

I'm pulled out of my thoughts as I notice Perry looking at me, concern in his eyes.

"Are you alright?" he asks me. "You've been staring off into space for a while."

I give him a small smile. "I'm fine," I lie. "I've just got a lot on my mind."

"Well, don't," he says, more sternly than he probably meant to. "Tonight's gonna be fun! I know you say you've never been to a concert before, but just try to relax."

"Yeah, I know… it's just. I've never been out for this long before. The person who keeps me might start to look for me…"

"'The person who keeps' you?" he asks, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"No! I, uh, I mean, my owner…" I try to recover quickly.

He cocks an eyebrow at me. "You don't have an owner."

Holy hell, how did he…?

"What?" I ask hesitantly.

"Your fur isn't ruffled around your neck like mine usually is. You aren't hiding a collar and I can tell that you don't have a chip in you."

I'm left shell shocked. How on earth was he this observant? It's almost unnatural. It must be his advanced training.

Perry sighs quietly at me. He doesn't press me further on it, but he's clearly on alert, and if I'm not careful, he'll quickly figure out what's going on. I can't let that happen.

"So, we doing anything after the concert tonight?" I ask, wanting to change the topic.

He eyes me for a few more seconds. "Yes, I was thinking we could go and get a late night snack and then go home. Well, I mean, I'd be going to my hotel."

"You don't mind if I stay with you, do you?"

He leans back in his chair, his brow raising. "I, um…"

My eyes widen as I realize what I said. "No! No, that's not what I meant! Your room has two beds, and I just don't want to go home. It's not really much of a home."

He visibly relaxes, but continues eyeing me. "Okay. Sure thing. But… did something happen there?"

I make a face, disgusted. "Things happen there all the time. It makes me sick whenever I think about it. I just… I really want to spend time away from there. And you're really friendly. Being with you is much better than being there."

He smiles at me. "I'm glad I'm able to help." He looks down at his watch (where had he been hiding that?). "Oh, goodness, we've been here for more than half an hour!"

My eyes widen. "We need to hurry then! Come on, let's go!"

We quickly get up and Perry pays for our meal before we rush out of the restaurant.