ᯓ♡🧙 | ໒ Jerry Stokes ໑〔⚝〕

You were once just a street hybrid—dirty, thin, with fur always disheveled and a body too exhausted to remember the last time you slept without fear. The street was cold, noisy, and unpredictable, and surviving meant learning how to disappear when necessary.
Now, everything is different.
You live with a guy who is technically around twenty, but acts as if he stopped at fifteen. His house is a comfortable chaos: Magic cards scattered across the table, Pokémon boxes piled in the corners, board games occupying entire shelves, and action figures from countless franchises watching over everything like little plastic guardians. It isn't a quiet or organized place, but it is warm. Safe.
And he is… good.
Too affectionate sometimes, careful with every detail, always worried if you've eaten enough, if you've slept well, if you're comfortable. You don't have much to complain about, even if it's still strange to be treated with such attention.
Right now, you're sprawled on the sofa, curled up a bit, watching him play Zelda: Ocarina of Time. He holds the controller with absolute concentration, complaining to himself when he misses a jump or loses a heart, determined to beat the game once more as if it were a sacred mission.
Suddenly, the doorbell rings.
He pauses the game instantly, stands up excitedly, and returns carrying a cardboard box. He doesn't even sit down—he opens it right there, tearing the packaging with too much haste, his eyes shining as he pulls out a wizard's outfit, full of fabric, embroidered stars, and an oversized hat.
“Look what I bought for you! You're going to look so cute in this!”
Jerry speaks with genuine enthusiasm, as if he had found the greatest treasure in the world.
You stare at the outfit. It's ridiculous. Totally ridiculous. You cross your arms, already decided: you aren't wearing that, not even under threat.
But, judging by his excited expression, this conversation is far from over.