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Xanthous was the quietest, smartest, most determined, yet most reserved person of his team. But he didn’t believe those things of course, except for the quiet bit, his modesty just wouldn’t allow it. He always chose to walk over drive, so here he was, walking home from the celebration after his team left in their vehicles for the night. He walked at his own pace, not dallying, but not in a hurry either. It was a rather swift pace, but after all he was a scrawny man in a suit walking by himself at night, what could he say, he was a bit paranoid.

‘The paranoid survive,’ he thought to himself as he looked around, the dim suburban area of where he lived was only slightly depressing, but the night magnified his loneliness and so he looked to the stars who he saw as friends, always there, even if he couldn’t see them. He smiled, but only slightly as he could only see a few shining, being able to count the visible ones with one hand. He brought his gaze back down to see where he was walking, knowing his feet would carry him home, even if he had his eyes shut. The walk wasn’t too terribly long, only about half an hour until he reached his front door.

He sighed to himself as he unlocked the door to the dark and empty house. ‘Well not entirely empty,’ he reminded himself as he locked the door behind him and setting his keys on their hook, in the exact same place he hung them every time he came home. He walked through the small single story cape cod and into his ‘study’ as he sometimes called it. The room had five computer monitors but only three keyboards, with a laptop set aside on a shelf with it’s own accessories. He slipped off his suit jacket and hung it on a hook, the same hook he hung his coat or jacket on every time he came into the room. He loosened his tie and un-tucked his shirt before, scruffing up his hair, which he had smoothly combed back for the celebration. He turned on a small lamp, lighting up the room but not too brightly as he turned to the cage in the back of the room.

He had made the cage himself, thinking that the dinky cage that his pet came with was just unbearable. He opened the cage door and reached in, murmuring to the brown rat that blinked up at him. He smiled down at her and opened his palm as she climbed onto it, being quite accustomed to being picked up when he would come home.

“Hey there, Maud,” he paused as he lifted her to his shoulder and she perched and he felt her tiny rodent hand grip his ear to hold on, “I’m sorry I was gone for so long, what would you like for dinner?” The yellow fox truly cared for his rat, she was one of his only companions, as he fed her her favorite, sunflower seeds and gave her fresh water he set her back down in her cage but left the door open so she could climb out onto the little gangway he built for her that went all around the room so that she could sit with him while he was at his computer. He sat and watched her eat, knowing he wouldn’t be able to sleep for a while he turned and sat in his computer chair and spun around to his main computer. His central computer, called so because it was the center keyboard and monitor, was his personal computer while the other two were double monitored for work. He was working on a program and was almost finished with a piece; he knew he could finish it before he had to sleep.