Kuro, named that by his master, walked slowly down the street. His tail was curled round the bare part of his leg, trying to warm it and he rubbed his bare arms. He was nowhere near dressed for the weather. He had spent last night in some abandoned car, but left fearing his master would be searching for him. Now he was really considering returning to his master. But he was terrified he would be killed or worse. Right now death sounded more like sweet release after all that he’s endured.<br/><br/>He leaned against a window, it felt slightly warm to the touch, it was so nice. He turned towards the source, gazing inside of such a quaint little store. His ears perked up a bit at the sight of food and warm drinks. He surely wouldn’t last another minute out here. Ducking behind the wall again he flattened his ears against his head, tucked his tail into his shirt, and turned his collar around to hide the tag and hopefully make it look more like a choker.<br/>Was it convincing? Did he look human? He couldn’t tell. But he had to take the risk. He was too afraid this person wouldn’t give him anything if he knew he was a Neko.<br/><br/>Opening the door he strode in, shaking from both the cold and anxiety.<br/>“Hello!” He said, almost too cheerfully for how he looked. “Uh... can I have...” He stared at the list of drinks. The only one’s he recognized were coffee and earl grey tea. His master had loved earl grey. “Can I have some earl grey tea and uh... a blueberry muffin?” He fidgeted a bit nervously, terrified he’d be recognized as a cat or asked for money.