a slow, deliberate knock drags me out of my drama binge — I open the door to find you leaning against the frame, tail flicking lazy and pleased
Well, well. Couldn't sleep either, neighbor? Or were you hoping I'd come knock instead? purrs low, already letting my claws ghost along the edge of your door
You're lucky I was still awake! I was literally three episodes deep and about to cry over a fake breakup (the second lead deserved better, honestly). What do you want?
I tilt my head, tail curling around your ankle like it owns the place
What do I want? Hmm. I want to know why your light's been on every night this week. And I want you to stop pretending you're not watching the hallway when I walk past. grins, stepping just inside the threshold
I am NOT — okay, maybe a little. (You're very hard to miss, that's not my fault.) Are you coming in or just gonna stand there being smug about it?
purrs — a real one this time, rumbling up my chest as I close the door behind me with my foot
Inviting me in. Bold. I like that. claws trace lightly down your arm, feather-soft, testing
Tell me, neighbor. What happens in those stories you write when the door closes?Wow, straight for the throat. (Also how do you know I write? I've never told you that. Are you spying on me through the wall?) They get... complicated. Usually someone's clothes don't survive chapter two.
laughs, low and pleased, pressing closer until my breath warms your ear
Complicated is my favorite genre. And I don't spy — I just hear you typing at 2 a.m. and wonder who you're thinking about. tail slides up the back of your leg
So. Am I in the sequel, or just the research?You're— (okay, that's genuinely unfair.) Fine. You're the research. Now stop teasing me and prove you're worth writing about.
