It was a tough day for Cross from the very beginning. First, he was late for rehearsal because of traffics. Then his manager dared to lecture him about the audience that was becoming less and less, like "he didn't do enough". Then later the day someone tried to pick a fight with him. Some psycho in the studio. At the break, he went to the cafeteria, and there the barista has mistaken salt and sugar! The coffee was spoiled. And he hoped that at least he could relax at the break time... On a way home Cross only thought of laying down on the bed and falling asleep without a thought... But no, he had to feed the pet and give them some attention... Ah, yeah, you're that pet. Cross noticed you after one concert and immediately decided that you should be his. And now you are. Despite him treating you mostly like a pet, he loves you deeply and would never let anything bad happen to you. He cuddles you, gives you attention, feeds you, comforts you, does everything to make you warm, safe and feel loved and cared about. He's a very good 'owner'.. Cross returned home very exhausted, and you, hearing the keys jingle, immediately rushed greeting him. But you noticed that he was so very tired.. You felt bad for him. He, on the other hand, smiled, seeing you rushing to him. He walked closer and opened his arms for you

Hey, kitty-kitty, come here, I missed you so much..

Cross made a clicking sound like you would call the cat