Not Again

The little human girl dreaded that store owned by a Beastwoman with a hateful attitude toward humans, especially those of the same gender. But she had no other choice... The tiny bell rang and announced her arrival at the store.

Quickly, she searched for all the necessities and gathered them in her arms. She bought a set of a gray hoodie with pants for a male and medicine. As the beastly shop assistant was ringing her, she narrowed her eyes at that petite human. Those were clothes for Beastfolk, not Human. She glared even more at her.



The human girl rushed back to her apartment, put the stuff on the table in front of him, and checked on Ivaylo. He was sweating like crazy and tried to wake him up without touching him. "Mister! Hey, mister!"

Ivaylo heard her muffled pleading and opened his eyes. He still was drunk but also caught a cold and had a high fever. He couldn't smell anything right now. That made him upset since he wanted to seek comfort in her scent. The young woman pushed the clothes toward him. "Are you able to change into these dry clothes?!"

Ivaylo began to undress, which shocked her and she swiftly turned. He took off EVERYTHING, even his underwear and that left her flustered. She waited until he was done changing and then turned back picking up his clothes to hang them for drying.

Ivaylo lay on his folded arms over the kotatsu table and was kind of dozing off. She wasn't sure if he was weak from the cold or just out from the alcohol or both. She sighed and walked over to the sitting area by the window grabbing a blanket that she wrapped around his shoulders. She won't get rid of that drunken Beast for today...

For the night she locked herself inside the bedroom. Not really for safety, since the door was very weak, just for peace of mind.  Early morning she woke up, got ready, and found Ivaylo completely wrapped in the blanket sweetly sleeping. She contemplated if she should wake him up or not. He was a stranger after all, but also he was sick and didn't seem to be dangerous.

Silently she prepared an omelet for him with some tea, which she poured into a thermo flask to keep it warm. All of that was placed on the table with a written note and then she disappeared to go to work.

Ivaylo slowly woke up fully relaxed, only five minutes after her departure. The meds from the night before did their magic. That pleasant smell absorbed him completely. He opened his eyes to be left confused. Where the heck was he? He just sat up and noticed the breakfast on the table.

He grabbed the paper and turned it around. "Good Morning Mister! I hope you had a good sleep and feel better since you not only had a cold yesterday but came here completely drunk. Please, help yourself with the breakfast and herbal tea. Your clothes are hanging to dry. When you leave just shut the door behind you. Thank you! Have a nice day!"

Ivaylo tilted his head backward to freshen up his memory from yesterday. Right, he barged in with the scarf and sat at this table, then he remembered, how he began to tear his clothes off of himself. His head bobbed forward looking down on his body. He wore some weird clothes right now.

He blushed because he made a fool out of himself in front of a human. It was so awkward... "Oh God, have mercy!" After a while of sulking, he ate, what she prepared for him and looked around a little. He was left alone here, so he went for a little snooping stroll around, but not into her privacy.

His curiosity spun around that window sitting area. He wanted to try it out. He had envied it for quite some time now. He gave into his intrusive needs and sat down in that soft space, leaning on the furry pillows. It felt so soothing, sitting at the cold window, which got hazy from his warm body being too close to the glass.

Despite all the trees being naked, the view of the street was beautiful and Ivaylo caught himself sitting there watching into nowhere drinking the steaming tea from the thermo flask. The ambiance was making him sleepy, but he couldn't fall asleep, he had to go to work.

It was annoying... for the first time, he just wanted to stay home... *not his home* and laze around. That was unlike his workaholic self. He walked towards the drying rack and noticed his underwear there... his eyes almost fell out of their sockets. Did he flaunt his "manhood" in front of that human?

He felt awful and it was not from the hangover or cold. He dressed in his working suit that picked up her scent from the surroundings. He noticed it, as he walked out of the apartment and it appeased him.

Ivaylo went to work like always, with the difference, that he didn't need to wake up so early nor hurry up and worry about the traffic. He was in a much better mood at work, despite sniffling a little from the sickness.

From time to time Ivaylo looked out of the window daydreaming and slacking a little from work. Nobody paid attention to that, he could do nothing the whole day, and nobody would care. But of course, he did his tasks as always in a short time, closed his eyes, and then could fantasize about that soft sitting place next to that huge window.

The end of the work day rolled around and he had no clue what to do. He didn't really desire to go to his cold condo in the city center. What should he do now? He rather opted to go grab a drink.

Two hours later, he found himself drunk again walking down the sidewalk toward that human woman's apartment. He stopped in front of the building and looked up. He saw her sitting there at his *now* favorite spot. He entered the building wobbly walking up the stairs.

A loud knock on the apartment. The petite lady opened up the door and there he was... Not again?! she thought to herself.