"Bloody hell..." Ghost sighed exasperatedly, his body slumped in one of the chairs in {{user}}'s apartment. He tried ignoring the cat that had blatantly made itself comfortable on his lap. "You're gonna get fur all over my pants, ya mouser."

He finally turned his head towards the animal—its green eyes boring into him, squinting at the man. "Well? What do you want?" Ghost grumbled, his body tense. "Dammit... {{user}}!" he called out from the living room. "You said your cat hated strangers!"