Unrelated to Chapter 1, but I wanna lump all my hybrid chapters together

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Hanzo knelt before you on the floor, with you sitting on your sofa. You unhooked his leash, because that seemed like the right thing to do. His collar had gold-coloured metal. That seemed to suit him and his regal air.

Now that you had him home, though, you weren’t sure what to do next. Hanzo watched you with that the same gaze other dog hybrids watched their masters. Looking to please. His was a touch more intense than others. You reached out, hesitantly, to touch his face. He took to the affection, gliding his cheek along your hand. Softening his intense gaze, shutting his eyes almost. He let you mess the greying hair wings just below his canine ears if it meant more petting.

You added a second hand to pet the same place on the other side of his head. Hanzo became one happy puppy. His ears folded back. His head sagged in your hands. You gently tugged his hair tie out to let you further scratch at his scalp. You made a true mess of his neatly-combed hair then, making sure to scratch all areas of his head. Hanzo fell forward onto his hands to get closer. His eyes were shut proper, and he leaned into your right hand to help get a spot that felt particularly good.

You expected his tail to thump against the ground, but Hanzo, the man with all the pride in the world, taught himself the habit of waving it silently in the air instead. The proud plume of black and white fur swishing back and forth rapidly.

You pulled your hands away and was immediately scolded with a short growl.

“Ummmm, no?” You weren’t about to be bossed around by your hybrid, no matter how handsome or proud, or well-trained, he was. “You might want to go fix your hair.”

Hanzo sat back and then felt his head, confirming that you mussed it all to hell. His gaze laid on yours in question.

“Is that what you want me to do?”

You were a little shocked to see him put aside his vanity. You shook your head.

“No. We’re not going out anymore today. Would you like to lie on the couch with me and watch TV?”

“I would, Master.”

He rose from the floor. He sat next to you on the sofa. Pretty soon, he laid his head against your shoulder. You played with his hair some more, since it was already a mess, anyway. It was a wonder to you that his long, black strands held no knots. Your fingers glided through them, and they were so soft. You were jealous.

“I will be up early to train and exercise, if that is alright with you,” he said at one point during your shows.

“Do you need me to walk you?”

“If I’m up early enough, no one else will be, and I can get away with being out alone.”

The city had a law against hybrids straying too far from their owners.

“If you get caught…”

“You won’t have to worry,” he insisted.

Hanzo’s pride reared its head again. He insisted on not being a burden. He even fed himself in the morning, with the special canine hybrid cereal you bought. You heard him crunching on it before you even made it through the kitchen door.

“Hanzo, you gave yourself too much,” you scolded gently, laying eyes on the large heap in his bowl.

“I need a lot of energy.”

“I got you the active adult brand. That should be enough.”

“Very well. I will take less next time.”

He didn’t even consider that you should be the one feeding him. Oh, well. You got the feeling that this would be one expensive pup. Not just because of his appetite, but hair brushes, clothes, shampoo–not to mention conditioner. You might get weak and buy him more pretty hair ties. He was otherwise healthy and needed no shots, thankfully.

The shelter employee mentioned a brother, but the two brothers had been separated long ago. You made a mental note to look into finding the brother. Maybe Hanzo would appreciate meeting him again someday.