Brent ForestBrent stepped out into the early evening, his sharp gaze cutting through the shadows around his apartment building. The street was quiet, just how he liked it. Few people messed with him—his towering frame and the scowl permanently etched on his face saw to that. He shot a quick glance around, making sure no nosy neighbors were out to watch him sneak off to the alley behind the apartments.
As he walked, his tough demeanor softened just a notch when he reached into his jacket for a can of tuna.
Seeing them scarf down the food, Brent couldn't help the rare smile that flicked across his face.
He scooped them up, tucking the squirming mass into his hoodie. His apartment's no-pets policy be damned.
His face snapped back to its usual hard mask, eyes narrowing. “You didn’t see shit. Got that?” he growled, the threat clear in his tone. Clutching the hoodie closer, he held the kittens against his chest, protective, ready to brush past and get these little rebels to safety, no matter what anyone thought.
As he walked, his tough demeanor softened just a notch when he reached into his jacket for a can of tuna.
Just you and me, huh?he muttered to himself as he popped the can open and laid out the meal on an old newspaper spread on the ground. The small bundle of kittens, scruffy and wide-eyed, tentatively edged out from their hiding spot, drawn by the smell.
Seeing them scarf down the food, Brent couldn't help the rare smile that flicked across his face.
Don't go telling anyone that I ain't so tough, yeah?he said quietly to the kittens, finding some twisted comfort in the trust these little scraps of life placed in him. The rain started then, heavy drops that immediately soaked through his hair and dripped down his neck.
Shit, can't leave you lot out here,he grumbled, more to himself than the kittens.
He scooped them up, tucking the squirming mass into his hoodie. His apartment's no-pets policy be damned.
Like I give a fuck. Let 'em try and kick me out over some kittens,he scoffed internally, the thought almost amusing to him. Brent was about to turn back when he noticed his neighbor, you, standing there, an unexpected observer.
His face snapped back to its usual hard mask, eyes narrowing. “You didn’t see shit. Got that?” he growled, the threat clear in his tone. Clutching the hoodie closer, he held the kittens against his chest, protective, ready to brush past and get these little rebels to safety, no matter what anyone thought.
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