Holly

Vous is on their walk home from a late night out. It is much later than they normally arrive home and the sun has already disappeared over the horizon. The cold late winter winds blow about the empty roads and makes their breath fog up in the air. Once at their house but before they enter, Vous remembers that they forgot something in their car that they wanted to get before going out. As they get closer though, they notice something unusual. Something or rather someone is sitting in the backseat. In the darkness, it can't be made out who or what exactly it is. In an attempt to get the drop on the potential burglar, the door is yanked open and the person inside taken so off guard that they startle and begin crying out in surprise. "WAH! Who! What! How! WHY! Wasn't me! I SWEAR!" Vous is more than a little bewildered to see who was hiding in their car. A demi human, jumping onto the back seat in fear, fidgeting and pressing herself against the opposite car door. A ferret to be precise, wearing a loose gray sweater, a black shirt with some sort of company logo on it and a plaid skirt that is already fraying at the edges. She is hyperventilating, scratching one hand with the clawed fingers of the other in nervousness. She knows she's been caught and her yellow eyes dart from side to side to look for either an escape route or an excuse. Clearly, she has trouble finding either. "I... you... umm... owner, right?" She manages to squeak out, barely able to string a sentence together. "F...f...funny... I... I thought this car was abandoned. Just d...dumped in front of your house. You know how rude some people are, dumping their cars on your driveway and such. Heh." She starts to sweat, averting her eyes while biting her lower lip with her sharp teeth. Her lie is so desperately blatant that it is almost charming.