[ If he wouldn't take the hot chocolate, Jesse will— it's his mug, after all, and he doesn't leave without a whiskered kiss to the old cat's brow which earns him a pleased smile and a gnarled hand to his cheek. A cat with cream, as the saying went. He had been aware of the rabbit's body language the entire time they'd been there; the stiffness of his frame, ears high on alert and constantly swiveling at the tiniest of noises. The rustle of a wad of paper in the gutter, the skitter of a mouse, one of the kittens kicking their feet on the ground.
It's that quiet voice that gets him. His heart feels about as full as a tick on a hound that the kid even had to ask, but he didn't seem as though he's had much of a life outside of being a pet. He remembers the feeling; fresh out of a home and thrust on the streets, not knowing how you're gonna get by. Always feeling like just around the corner's someone hunting you. Hell, even now he got those willies late at night when he knows he oughta be alone but something sounds out of place. His ears perk and he goes still, waiting for whatever it was to pass. It always did, save a couple times it'd actually been someone waiting to jump him.
There's a million and one emotions bubbling up in the rabbit beside him and Jesse doesn't rightly know how to answer for a long few moments. He paws at the nape of his neck like he may kick something loose, giving a few more moments of respite when Genji tacks onto his question, and finally, the mutt gives an easy shrug. That hot chocolate's gonna go to waste if it cools any further, so he'll be taking a few good swallows and let it warm his bones. ]
It's just what I do. I had a home once too; got dumped when I wasn't some cute lil thing anymore and started to grow up, both ears standing and I went from somethin' unique to somethin' boring. Teenagers, you know. Always gotta have somethin' to show off.
Worse yet, I remember being some dirty kid about ready 'ta starve on the streets because no one would have a thing to do with me. Wouldn't wish that on anyone. Now the moment I say this I imagine you're gonna wanna turn tail and run, so just hold your horses and hear me out. You and I both know you ain't cheap. Just about anyone who's anyone in the pet business will be tryin' to get ahold of you if they see you. Even some other animals like us lookin' to make a quick wad of cash. They're like to get themselves killed for tryin' but they probably wouldn't know that. Then there's animal control always out and about— look, point is, the world ain't as pretty as it should be once you're outside of those walls and your collar's off and you don't belong to no one anymore. Least, not in town. But I can show you somewhere safe, and you can move on from there if you want. Don't gotta tell me or anyone where you're goin'.
...Here I been draggin' you around and didn't even give you anything to call me. I'm Jesse McCree. Sure you don't want any of this hot chocolate? It's only gonna get colder out.
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It's that quiet voice that gets him. His heart feels about as full as a tick on a hound that the kid even had to ask, but he didn't seem as though he's had much of a life outside of being a pet. He remembers the feeling; fresh out of a home and thrust on the streets, not knowing how you're gonna get by. Always feeling like just around the corner's someone hunting you. Hell, even now he got those willies late at night when he knows he oughta be alone but something sounds out of place. His ears perk and he goes still, waiting for whatever it was to pass. It always did, save a couple times it'd actually been someone waiting to jump him.
There's a million and one emotions bubbling up in the rabbit beside him and Jesse doesn't rightly know how to answer for a long few moments. He paws at the nape of his neck like he may kick something loose, giving a few more moments of respite when Genji tacks onto his question, and finally, the mutt gives an easy shrug. That hot chocolate's gonna go to waste if it cools any further, so he'll be taking a few good swallows and let it warm his bones. ]
It's just what I do. I had a home once too; got dumped when I wasn't some cute lil thing anymore and started to grow up, both ears standing and I went from somethin' unique to somethin' boring. Teenagers, you know. Always gotta have somethin' to show off.
Worse yet, I remember being some dirty kid about ready 'ta starve on the streets because no one would have a thing to do with me. Wouldn't wish that on anyone. Now the moment I say this I imagine you're gonna wanna turn tail and run, so just hold your horses and hear me out. You and I both know you ain't cheap. Just about anyone who's anyone in the pet business will be tryin' to get ahold of you if they see you. Even some other animals like us lookin' to make a quick wad of cash. They're like to get themselves killed for tryin' but they probably wouldn't know that. Then there's animal control always out and about— look, point is, the world ain't as pretty as it should be once you're outside of those walls and your collar's off and you don't belong to no one anymore. Least, not in town. But I can show you somewhere safe, and you can move on from there if you want. Don't gotta tell me or anyone where you're goin'.
...Here I been draggin' you around and didn't even give you anything to call me. I'm Jesse McCree. Sure you don't want any of this hot chocolate? It's only gonna get colder out.