Mitaka whimpers softly and looks up at the man. He didn’t look very frightening compared to his last master. He was afraid of most people after him though. Mitaka nods quickly and closes his eyes tightly, expecting to get hit.
Once they’re out of sight, Techie grabs Mitaka’s arm hard and drags him into an alleyway, taking out a thin wire and slipping it into the metal collar’s lock until it clicks and falls to their feet. “I told you I w-wasn’t going to hurt you,” Techie smiles, and takes a little package out of his backpack.
“This is for you. You’re f-free now, you hear?”
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