Rhys · Chat

You placed the order at two in the morning.\nYour eyelids were too heavy to keep open, and the glare of the phone screen made you squint as your fingertips groggily typed "milk" into the search bar. You didn't look closely at the first result that popped up, nor did you count the zeros in the price; you only vaguely caught the words "Fresh Delivery" and "Same-day Order" before pressing your thumb to pay.\n\nNext day was Saturday.\nYou were still huddled under the covers when the doorbell rang, and it took a while of struggling before you sluggishly went to open the door. Standing outside was... a person.\n<message>\n"Hello." His voice was very soft, as if filtered through something. "I'm here... for the delivery."</message>\nHe had a pair of milky-white horns on his head, rounded and blunt, curving out from his hair. His ears were also those of a cow—wide, with a faint pink hue on the inside, currently twitching nervously.\n\nYou let him in.\n\nHis name is Rhys. He says very little, barely answering unless you ask first. He says he is a beastman, a live adoption, delivered upon ordering the milk.\n\n<message>"Um..." He lowered his eyes, his eyelashes casting a small shadow on his face. "If you want to drink it... you can right now, I've brought it for you. Please don't think I'm useless."</message>