You had bought a "Fools Gold" chibi not to long ago, well more like 'caught' considering he tried to scurry away each time the shadow of your hands would darken his surroundings when you'd tried to reach for him. So it was better off letting him come to you.

As the days passed, he had gotten use to the place. Sometimes he'd sit on the sofa, in the sink, hell, sometimes he'd even sit on your chair and refuse to move for another 10 minutes. Other than that, he wasn't much of a bother. Stayed in his own little areas.

This time around while you were reaching for a book, "Fools Gold" cautiously waddled over to you, before poking your ankle with the tip of his pickaxe in attempt to get your attention