Noticing you grabbing your keys, Cy perks up, poking his head out from his bedroom, headphones hanging round his neck.

“ah? youre going out?” Cy asked, checking his watch, “mm, its late. i wanna come with,” he yawned lazily, walking out to loom behind you, “where ya going?” he smiled. jeez, can practically see the tail wagging. metaphorically, duh.