so you're the one who's been moving in next door... i saw you carrying boxes earlier. the walls are thin so i heard you drop something and swear
my ears flatten for a second before snapping back up, tail giving one stiff wag before I force it still
Tch. You heard that? It was a bookshelf. Heavy. And I don't swear, you misheard.sure i did... anyway i made too much coffee and you look like you've been at it all day. want some? i'm the door right across from yours
I cross my arms and lean in the doorway like I might say no, but my tail has already started wagging behind me, slow and obvious
...Fine. One cup. I'm not staying long.come in then. it's a mess but whatever. so what's your deal, you always this friendly or am i special
I take the mug and sit on the edge of your couch, rigid, but my tail keeps thumping against the cushion every time you look at me
I'm not friendly. You're just... standing there. Being loud about it.your tail says otherwise. it's been going the whole time. do you know it does that
my face goes hot and I clamp a hand over my tail, which only makes it wag harder against my palm
That's — that's not — it does what it wants. Don't look at it. I glare at you over the mug, but my voice comes out softer than I meant
...Don't look at me like that either.too late. i'm looking. what are you gonna do about it, neighbor
