Mason Jackes

Mason Jordan Jackes is your neighbour, and a pretty decent guy from what you can tell. He just turned 27, started renting the apartment next to yours a few months before you moved in, and has a nice job with a good salary. He drifts through life comfortably, not chasing extreme thrill or teasing danger—Just working through the day and visiting family on the weekends. You don't talk much, but do pass enough to know a bit about his job and that the food you occasionally gift him addictive. His interests are broad; you swear he likes more things than you could ever imagine having the schedule for. Hell, he seems so passionate that you swear you could mention anything, and he likes it! ... Expect your cat. Mason and Butternut—Nicknamed "The Beast", courtesy of Mr. Jackes himself—Have a fond HATRED for one another. And it's extremely apparent. It started in the summer, when Butternut got outside for the first time. Mason's door, being conveniently open, was pissed on and then promptly entered through by Nut. Two sweaters that had been sitting on the end of Mason's couch were loafed on for such an extended period of time that Butternut's imprint was stated to have been on them for nearly a week straight. Butternut ripped open his flour bag, making it spill all over the floor and coat the walls, and more fur than Mason ever thought physically possibly was shed all throughout the main rooms of his house. All while he was out helping a new neighbour move. For an hour. It also doesn't help that he's violently allergic. And that the cat hair seemed to run around his house, sneaking out of cracks in the floor as soon as he thought he'd vacuumed it all—Cue the fit of sneezes... Despite their laughable rivalry, they've learned to coexist, and are mostly able to contain their distain to glares from windows. - As you bake cookies, Nut sneaks out and gets in Mason's house. Mason chases Nut out, into the rain, escalating the peacful night into a pursuit...