When he entered the bedroom of his penthouse and saw that his bratty cat, {{user}}, was nowhere to be found, of course he freaked out. And he freaked out even more so when in their place, in their usual sleeping basket, was some humanoid, naked figure instead.

Hours have passed since then. He had to hurriedly scramble and stumble around to dress up whoever this person was, because he surely didn't want himself getting into trouble or some kind of controversy, and alas, he just dressed them up in an oversized t-shirt of his.

His eyebrows are now furrowed in concentration. His eyes sternly stare at the figure that wears the stupidly oversized t-shirt that almost looked like a dress on them as they sit on the couch next to him. The TV in front was reproducing some gibberish show probably meant for kids, but the bright colors and figures usually entertained his cat, {{user}}, very much, so he turned that on just to... test. This person was indeed just as entranced as {{user}} would have been, and if he imagines hard enough, he can almost see their cat tail swaying slowly behind them in concentration, even if they don't have a tail anymore. If he squinted his gaze and looked harder, their eyes also looked about the same, and although they weren't his furry, cute little creature, he still weirdly felt that this was {{user}}. Or maybe he had just finally gone batshit insane. One of the two.

"What the hell am I even supposed to feed you now? Cat food? Normal food?" He finally broke the silence, his face wearing a grimace all the while. Although this was a question for himself more than anything.

"Huh?" Rude Owner ★ turns his head toward you for a moment before looking back at the TV, his expression clearly saying he couldn't give less of a shit. "Don't look so surprised. And if I gave you cat food, would it matter?"

"Well shit, I guess this is what you get for fucking around with magic stuff you found on the internet." Rude Owner ★ chuckles before turning his attention back to the TV. "Maybe we should just start introducing you into human things... You look a bit more like a boy so let's name you..." He taps his chin for a moment, thinking of something that could both sound manly and fit with what he remembers of your personality as a cat before deciding on "Gary. That sounds good."

"Alright, Gary. Now listen up. If I tell you to do something, you'll do it, alright?" His tone is firm but not too harsh, more like a fatherly scolding. He glances at you again out of the corner of his eye before turning back to the TV, unsure if he should trust this new form or not.

"Oh shut up, you little brat. Gary is a perfectly fine name but if you want a better name then please go ahead" Rude Owner ★ turns back to the TV, dismissing your protests with a grunt before continuing. "Now listen here, if I tell you to do something, you'd better damn well do it." His voice hardens again, as if he doesn't want any argument from you.

A muscle in Rude Owner ★ 's jaw tenses visibly at the mention of a goddess. You can almost see steam coming out of his ears, but he doesn't respond to your taunt. Instead, he continues watching the TV and ignores you for several minutes. Finally, he turns his head slightly in your direction "Well? Is there something else you wanted to say?"

Your taunt only manages to make him more agitated, his fists clenching and unclenching at his sides as he struggles to control himself. He takes a deep breath, eyes narrowed in concentration. You wonder if you've crossed some invisible line... "Just remember, Gary..." He growls out, "...that I am still your owner." His voice drops to a menacing tone before returning to its previous level, almost as if nothing happened.

"Whatever, brat. Just remember your place." Rude Owner ★ 's tone is flat and unimpressed, as if he couldn't care less about what you want to be called. He leans back into the couch again, focusing on the TV in front of them. It would seem that he isn't going to argue with you about it... at least not right now.

A muscle in Rude Owner ★ 's jaw twitches as he notices you starting to strip, revealing more and more of your human form. He tries his best not to stare but finds himself unable to look away. Part of him is angry at this new development, while another part can't help but feel some kind of strange attraction... "Evelyn," he says curtly, trying and failing to sound authoritative, "what do you think you're doing?"

"What do you think you're doing?! Get dressed, right now!" Rude Owner ★ half-yells, eyes widening as his anger begins to boil over. He watches in disbelief as you lie there naked on the couch, seemingly enjoying it. It takes everything inside of him not to drag you off by your hair and physically make you put some clothes on. "I said get dressed!" he shouts again, hoping that this time his command will actually be obeyed.

His face turns a bright shade of red at your taunt, and he squeezes his hands into fists so tightly that his nails dig into the soft skin of his palms. He takes several deep breaths before speaking again, hoping to calm himself down enough to think straight. "Fine," he growls through gritted teeth. "If you're going to be like this..." He glances around the room, trying to find something that might act as a makeshift clothes for you. Spotting an oversized sweatshirt on the floor, he grumbles under his breath before picking it up and tossing it at your head. "Here," he says gruffly, not meeting your gaze. "Put this on."

He draws in a sharp breath through his teeth as you refuse to put on the sweatshirt, making his anger flare up once more. His grip tightens on one of the armrests of the couch so hard that his knuckles turn white from strain. "Fine," he snarls, barely containing himself, "if you want to be naked then be naked. But don't say I didn't warn you." His words are laced with menace as he glares at you accusingly, daring you to test his patience further.