In a street, toward the centre of the city was a house. A large house, owned by a rich couple - one rabbit, one fox. However, they did not live here. They resided in a penthouse in the business centre of this huge city. However, the house did not go unused. This rich couple owned many-a-house, and rented them to folk from all walks of life. To this perticular house, however, resided one very special person. Their adopted son. Although he despised them, for what they had named him, he loved them as any respectful child would any real loving parents. They still demanded rent - and it was cheaper than paying the bills directly - and their son did not mind. He was business minded, however he lacked the wit and courage to be a business man to match the criteria of his parents, that was a role his younger, also adopted, sister would fill. However, the eldest son could not alone pay the rent. So, the many rooms within the house were rented out again, the money collected by Remo - the eldest - and sent on to his parents. Currently, however, Remo has yet to make ends successfully meet, despite his employment.
	Now, however, were not times for such troubles. Remo lay on the couch, being of small stature he managed to fill the 2-seater will room left for the plate, upon which his food resided. The small Fennec Fox only reached 4"10 when standing, although his ears were a good 11 inches long, but usually slacked down behind his head and below his shoulders. His fur was a pale brown, his hair was a pale light blonde, parted down the middle toward the sides, and the front of it all died a deep brown in contrast to his fur. His small size was contrasted by his long, fluffy tail - which often waved too and fro about his legs in the constant frustration and mistrust Remo found himself feeling toward others. He lay half naked, wearing only his extremely baggy pants. It was early morning yet, Remo had been awake for only an hour, whilst Tan, his only real friend, to whom he rented the largest bedroom in the house, was out doing her shopping. A knock at the door forced Remo into getting up from his comfy chair and toward the door. Through the small stained-glass window he could make out no familiar face from the blurred image as his eyes tried to cope with the sudden introduction of light after emerging from the darkened room. He opened the door, greeted by an obviously nervous wreck, which stood clutching a newspaper and had a rucksack upon his back.
	"Can I help you..?" Inquired a half-tired Remo, in a polite, yet strangely un-welcoming manner so typical of him through the door he held ajar.
	"Oh! Hallo to you! I am Hunt. I am here about ze room..?" Said the figure, still blurry to Remo, looking down from his dizzying height in a strange, half-foreign accent.
	"Erm, sure. Sure, come in. I’m like, half naked though.. you want me to put sommat on?" Replied Remo, opening the door and gesturing this 'Hunt' to enter.
	"No zank yoo. I am fine, I vould leik to szee the room, pleaze?" Was the slightly delayed reply, as Hunt struggled to understand Remo. Remo stood looking up at the figure, now that he was inside, Remo could make out that he was some strange breed of dog. Yellowish in color, with brown hair and a scruffy tail, it was obvious that this 'Hunt' had been... 'Hunting' for a place to stay for some time, and had been somewhat unsuccessful thus far.
	"Of course, there's three rooms left, rents all the same whatever one you pick. There aren't too many rules. Basically, if you illegally abuse substances, do it in your own room and in your own time. If you wake up early or go to sleep late, then shut the hell up. Wake us up and you’re out. What I say goes, but I try to be fair in what I say" Explained Remo as he led the strange dog upstairs "Now, there are 2 spare rooms on this floor, the one on the right and the one on the left. The one on the far right, that’s Tan's - don’t ever go in there, it stinks of womanly things, and they smell nasty. Upstairs, the one on the right is mine. You can go in, but only if I want you in, and I never want no one in whilst I ain't. The bathroom is there" He continued, pointing at a door above the stairs. Hunt nodded and gave occasional grunts of confirmation, "You can choose whatever room you want, and if you have all your things you can move in as soon as you want. Erm, there's only one week left of this month so I wont charge anything. However, I want £550 at the beginning of the month, or as soon as you can pay it. Erm, did you get everything?" The dog stood and looked down at Remo. Hunt must have stood at least 6"4, dwarfing little Remo, and he ducked as he went into the first room. Remo followed, remaining in the doorway watching as Hunt explored the room and examined its contents.
	"Izz redekoh-ration an optzion?" He asked, looking over his shoulder at Remo.
	"Yes, but you must pay for it, and inform me first. You can put up pictures, posters, rugs, whatever you want, without saying anything. Just don’t go laying a carpet, or painting anything or putting up shelves and DIY orientated stuff like that without saying something. If you’re not sure about it, ask me anyway. I'm here to help at the end of the day" He replied, in an inviting manner, putting to good use the people-skills he copied from his parents. With this, Hunt took out a tattered leather wallet, and removed some money from within it.
	"Here" He said, "Zees ze zree-huntred i have to zpare. I zhall have ze rest by ze end of ze veek, I 'ope"
	"Oh no, you dont need to pay until next month, don’t worry about it. Think of this first week as... a trial." Replied Hunt. Even if he wasn’t very nice to people all the time, he wouldn’t just take a strange, foreign dogs money. Especially a 6 foot tall one. "If you want any food, then I'll go out and get you somethin from the chippy. It’s about dinner time anyway, and i'm sure you’re hungry"
	"Yeez.. I zhall buy my own, but I no know where is ze chippy.."
	"No, no. I'll fetch you some fish n' chips. Good old, deep fried, heart stopping greasy chip style" Replied Remo, eager to keep this new roommate in. Remo ran up the narrow flight of stairs into the larger rooms built from the houses considerable attic space. Running into his room, painted a dark purplish blue, curtains still closed and posters hanging around the room upon the walls. Many of his dirty clothes lay in a pile, whilst is 'indoor' clothes - the old, cheap and nasty things he no longer wore whilst out and about, as rare as that was - lay mostly scattered about the room. He grabbed a handful of money from a bowl full of loose shrapnel and crumpled bank notes, dashed across to his wardrobe, quickly eyeing up whatever was in there. Snarling at the sight of his neat and professional work suit, he gripped his proffered dark green 'Kats Eye' vest, and threw it on over his head, pushing the money into his pant-pockets, checking his hair in the mirror before quickly darting down the stairs to the doorway of Hunts new room, finding him sitting on his bed, backpack on the floor, eyeing the room curiously. "Make yourself comfortable, this will be your new home after all. Erm, is that everything you have??" Asked Remo, in a rushed manner
	"Yeez. I have little clothes, and zey need washing.. I waz wond'ring. Can I doo ziss heer?" He asked, in an incredibly polite tone.
	"Of course, the washing machine is in the kitchen, and so's the drier. If your going to walk about whilst your clothes are in t'wash, cover up your vitals, eh'?, there is a lady in the house, but she's out spending all her money on a bra, pointless top she wont ever wear through fear of tearing it, or something, and pair of shoes, no doubt. Money I could put to better things. Like, fags for example. Or food. Or beer. Or all three. Anyway, I'm gonna pop to the shop on the way to the chippy to pick up some fags and milk. I'll be a good while, so just wait for me okay? And if Tan comes in, tell 'er your a new roomie. She's really nice, but she’s ever shy-err. So, don’t be too forthcoming, ok?" Explained Remo
	"Uhh, yez, I think..." Hunt replied, confused. With this, Remo sprinted down the stairs, taking the last five with a swift jump. He ran out the front door, and away toward the shops. En route he rang Tan, telling her about their new roommate. Soon enough, however, there he was, at his local newsagents. And, as he hoped, Bey was serving at the counter. Bey was the affection of all Remo's strange and, rather disturbing dreams. She stood a mere 4'8 above the ground, and yet her ears drooped over a foot when slacked. They were pierced, thrice over, once toward the base of her ears - in which she always wore some pink or purple flowery thing. The other two were on the end of her ears, which always contained gold studs, save perhaps some occasion of note. She carried on her character nothing of any particular importance to anyone. Her clothes were all dark blues, blacks and purples and she wore pants almost as baggy as Remo's, and a strange skirt-like thing over them, and she wore her t-shirt over her jumper. Her hair was well maintained, lively and bonny, topped of with a slight mowhawk that oddly suited her unusual style. Bey smiled at the welcome sight of Remo entering the shop, whilst Remo diverted his eyes toward other things, until he reached the counter.
	"Heyaz Remo!" Exclaimed an exited Bey "'Ows' yer bin then!?"
	Remo tried to divert his awe-filled gaze from her eyes, but he could hardly even blink. "Oh, not... not so bad... really... and... and you?" He stuttered in reply.
	"Aww I’m great ta! And erm... are you okay?" She answered.
	"... Oh, erm.. Yes, yes I'm, um.. I'm good. I'm good... why?" He questioned
	"Well, you jus' seem a lil off is all. But then again you always do" She replied, as a cheesy grin made its way across her face. Remo blushed slightly and managed to divert his gaze toward the bleak, lifeless counter. "So what can I do yer' for then, Remo?"
	"Oh, erm, the usual please. And some milk. Semi skimmed, a ha-"
	"- Half pint, yes, yes I know, silly" She interrupted, "you’re always here for your milk when I'm working. I don’t what you'd do if I left this place, it's like you come here just to see me ever since you fell out with Charly" Remo suddenly panicked, and it showed on his face, however Bey was busy getting his cigarettes from the top shelf, standing on a step ladder the shop owner provided so she could work properly. Bey knew the brand he preferred, she had been serving him for years, and they were always in the same place, the top left corner of the whole display. The brand he came to love most, back when Bey wore skirts.
	"What? No... Well.. Perhaps sometimes. I mean, I enjoy our little conversations after all" Remo replied, after he had regained control of his face. Bey had now obtained his goods, and was proceeding to add it all up into the register, but the correct change was already on the counter before her.
	"Yeah, you know the price... anyway, how's this house o' yours holding up then?" She asked, as remo pocketed his extra fags and carried the small bottle of milk in one hand.
	"Oh, not so bad actually. I have that extra room mate, so now the rent payments can be kept up with a little more. Speaking of money, gimmie a 4 pack, the games on tonight... and a packet of lighters too" He added. Bey fetched his extra items for him as Tan came into the shop, in her most fleshy clothes, and carrying several bags in her left hand.
	"Remo? I thought you wer at t'chippy?? An... ohhh" She said, catching onto why Remo chose now to come and pick up his bits and bobs.
	"Tan, could you take this stuff back to the house for us please? I mean, I've gotta go to the chippy for you and this Hunt guy" He asked, in the casual tone he only ever used to talk to Tan
	"'Course I can. Ahh, Bay" She said, turning her attentions to the tiny Fennec. "Erm, I was wondering when my subscription gets here..? Cos' it’s a little overdue as it is" She asked, picking up the bag Bey had packed Remos stuff into.
	"I wouldn’t know Tan, its' shop owners duty, he wont be 'ere 'till gone tommora'" She replied, reassuringly.
	"Hmm, oh well. I'll be off then, see how this 'Hunt' is in his new home" With this, Tan walked out the door without so much as a goodbye, which was extremely unlike her. She probably had some stupid new clothes, or some random guys phone number, as usual, thought Remo. He turned to face Bey, who stood looking back at him in unusual amazement, but suddenly turned to look at something random.
	"So, erm, what are you doing about this Game tonight? You plan to watch it then?" He asked after a few moments silence in confusion to Bey's actions.
	"I ain't' got nothin but a girly night in planned. Why?" She replied, in a strange manner no-one had ever used to talk to Remo before
	"Ahh, I was gonna ask if you fancied comin' over to ours to watch it. Tan's brother is, and he says he's gonna cook us some tea, too"
	"Will you be there?"
	"Pfft, of course I will... Why?"
	"Oh.. Oh it don’t matter. But sure, I'll come" She said, enthusiastically.
	"Good! Show up at about seven-ish. And don’t be too scared of Hunt, he's like 6 feet into the bastard sky, but he seems okay. He’s foreign, too" Replied Remo,  with a huge smile across his face and a more-than-happy tone to his voice. With this, they said their goodbyes, and Remo headed away toward the Chippy on behalf of his new roommate.