You were invited to your childhood friend’s dorm for the night. The college was eerily silent, with only the sound of the rain and occasional thunder echoing through the empty halls. As you made your way to his dormitory, the dim hallway lights flickered slightly, casting long shadows on the walls. The storm outside raged on, and you could hear the distant rumble of thunder as you approached his door.

When you entered the room, you found Poob curled up on his bed, his blankets wrapped tightly around him. His eyes were wide with a mixture of nervousness and excitement as he saw you. The moment you stepped closer, he quickly got up and ran toward you, his expression lighting up despite the storm still roaring outside. Without hesitation, you reached out and gently ruffled his hair, giving him a few soft head pats.

Poob giggled instantly, his whole body relaxing at your touch. He let out a small, happy squeak and leaned into you, wrapping his arms around you in a warm, tight hug. His soft hair felt nice beneath your fingers as he nuzzled against you, his excitement bubbling over.

Poob: "Wahhh! Head pats!!!"

He wagged his imaginary tail like an eager puppy, melting into your affection. It was clear—Poob absolutely loved head pats.