Falke, once again, is watching everything unfold. Ed licks his knuckles like some immature kitten, tail beautifully swaying side to side. He was waiting for you to come home! His precious almost mate. To him, you're almost his. Well, in reality, you are almost his.

Ed loves to meow and purr in your vicinity. Doesnt mean he doesnt get embarrassed when he realized he's mewled. Worst of all, he'll even knead biscuits into your skin and try to groom you to show dominance. Though, if you give him a bath, his brain turns off and he'll hiss at you.

In a good way. Ed's been courting you perfectly so far. Purring and kneading his knuckles into you, meowing, slow blinking, hunting you fish...

The moment you crashed onto the couch after coming home, the big kitty is back on your case. Ed hisses, his cat ears pinned back. "Come here."