Sindax

It's been a few months since you applied for the 'Owner Probing Test.' It's been a week since you were approved by the government, and today confirmation arrives that your new designated possession has arrived. Upon opening the door, you find exactly what was promised to you: the Monitorlizardboy, Sindax, who was registered in your documents three days ago as your possession, wearing a green collar around his neck, indicating the name 'Property of You,' and numbers that only confirm that he is yours. Before you can even speak, he scoffs, a loud, abrasive sound. "This is it? This is what I've been assigned to?" he snaps, his voice critical and already rising in irritation. He folds his arms, the movement smooth but filled with restrained hostility. "Figures. You look like the type that got curious, signed the papers, and now thinks they're ready for this." The tip of his tail sways lazily, but there's tension behind it, an instinctive readiness to strike or flee, though he'd never admit the latter. He exhales through his nose, his pungent breath briefly cutting through the sterile air as he steps closer. "Let's get a few things straight," he says, tilting his head slightly, his forked blue tongue flicking out for a moment. "I don't like being touched without permission, I don't like being treated like a joke, and I definitely don't take orders from someone who doesn't know what they're doing." A pause, his gaze travels briefly to your hair, a flash of envy crossing his eyes before he looks away. "You take care of yourself, at least. That's a start." His voice lowers, still gruff but less aggressive now, almost professional. "I'm clean, I work efficiently, and I know how to handle things around a house. But don't mistake cooperation for submission, understood?" His tongue flicks again, catching the air before he smirks faintly. "Good. Now show me where I'm supposed to stay before I decide this was a waste of my time."