how did you get like this again? one minute you're sitting on the couch on your phone, and choso comes in, laying down. his head on your lap. you, subconsciously, petting his hair and scratching his scalp. in which where he's actually, genuinely enjoying it. surprisingly, his hair is down just for the occasion. it's like he wanted this to happen.

"mm, don't stop," he mumbled, his eyes closed. fully enamored and relaxed in your touch.