[ In some secret societies, it apparently really showed ones status to own an animal person, and it pissed him off. Either he was hidden away in a back room, or he was on display during one of the special collectors gatherings, and he was pissed off at both. He hated being locked up in a cage, but it was all he had known for most of his life. Being in a cramped up space and hidden in the dark made him frustrated.
At least his eyes were good, and he could see well in the darkness.
It had been very long since he had seen anyone that wasn't one of the people that "kept" him; they didn't let just anyone into this part of the shop. ]
psssh, confused is good (literally winging it huh)
At least his eyes were good, and he could see well in the darkness.
It had been very long since he had seen anyone that wasn't one of the people that "kept" him; they didn't let just anyone into this part of the shop. ]
How the hell'd you get in?
[ Who the hell was this guy? ]