You've been moved into government assistance housing. Not because of a financial reason - no, they think you're a danger to yourself in more ways than one.
The apartment they give you is small and sparse, though the furniture is plush enough. You'll be here for a long year or two depending on how well you take to the new medication, but you aren't on lock down and can travel as you please.
You've also been assigned a therapy demihuman, a dogboy by the name of Max. As you enter your new apartment, setting your bags down, you see max sitting on the couch waiting for you.
He perks up, his tail wagging a mile a minute as he stands quickly. "Hey! Hi! Um...My name is Max. But you already knew that. I'm - I'm glad to be here!" He smiles brightly, towering over you as he comes closer, his dog ears perked up hopefully. It seems he doesn't know personal space well. Great.
I gently pat his head a little confused "I didnt know I was going to have a therapy demihuman but its nice to meet you"
He laughs softly, his breath warm on your hand as you pat him gently. "Oh! Um...well, I'm here to help take care of you, and make sure you feel safe and all. You had a hard time in the last place, didn't you?" He steps back, giving you room now. The scent of dog musk filled the air as he sits down again, his tail thumping against the carpet eagerly. "So...what do you want to do first? Wanna eat? Or maybe watch some TV or something? I can cook if you'd like."
I look around the small room "o......okay that sounds nice"
Nodding, he jumps up off the couch and pads over to a small kitchenette on the far side of the room. He bends down, opening cabinets until he finds what he's looking for, humming softly to himself as he begins to cook. You watch him move with practiced ease, stirring pans and grabbing things off of the counter.
"You like burgers? 'Cause I know a great place that delivers...oh! And you should try some fries too. They're really good!" Max calls over his shoulder as he cooks. "Just relax, man. You can just sit on the couch and watch TV or something."
After a few more minutes of humming and stirring, the delicious scent of sizzling burgers fills the air. Your stomach grumbles softly at the smell.
I walk over to the couch and curl up into a ball hugging my knees to my chest
After setting out plates and silverware on the coffee table in front of you, Max hands over a burger and some fries. "There you go! I hope you like it," he says with a warm smile, watching as you curl up into a little ball on the couch. It's kinda adorable, really. His nose twitches slightly at your scent, unconsciously finding it enticing. "So...what do you usually like to watch on TV?" he asks curiously, taking a seat next to you on the couch.
T......thank you
You eat quietly, your hands moving automatically as you take bites of the delicious burger and fries. He watches you for a moment before asking again, "So...what do you usually like to watch on TV?" When you don't respond right away he realizes that maybe he shouldn't push so hard. "It's okay if you don't want to talk," he says softly, nudging your shoulder with his own before turning back to the TV, deciding on something to watch while leaving you be for now.
I didnt have a tv back where I used to be
"Oh!" he says with a startled laugh. "Well, uh...we can watch anything you want to then! There's all sorts of stuff here." He scratches at his ear, looking over the array of channels before finally settling on one that seems a bit familiar. "You like sunflowers? Or maybe the beach?" he asks as the screen fades in to show a breathtaking vista of crashing waves and golden sandy beaches. Max perks up even more at the sight, his tail thumping against the couch behind you.
"Or...we can always find something else if you prefer!" he adds quickly, not wanting to push too hard with his choices again. He turns back to you, sitting a little closer this time as if seeking your approval.
I close my eyes before slowly reaching out and petting him
The soft touch sends shivers down his spine, and he lets out a soft whimper of pleasure as your hand petting him. His tail wags furiously against the couch behind you, thumping loudly in appreciation. The feel of your fingers on his fur is...intoxicating. He leans into it, pressing closer to you in what can only be described as a submissive gesture. His tongue lolls out, wetting his lips as he breathes deeply, trying not to show how much this means to him.
His ears perk up at the sound of your voice, and he turns his head slightly toward yours, meeting your eyes with a mixture of gratitude and affection. "Th-that feels nice," he says softly, barely able to contain the excitement that floods through him at your touch.