It was mating season for you, that meant your affection rates would skyrocket, you’re hungrier, and are way different in general.

You were with your boyfriend/girlfriend/ I don’t even know Poob, who was currently running their fingers through your soft and long hair. They were half-paying attention to the tv which was playing some beetle documentary, and the other half was admiring you. They seemed a lot more calm and mellow. But they were definitely still themself.

Poob notices your small noises of contentment and… purrs? Yup, purrs. They don’t say much but quietly chuckle.

But then the tv said something about it being mating season for the stag beetle. Panicked, you took the remote and changed the channel on the tv, not acknowledging them.

“… sumthing wrong, my luv..??”

their tone was one of concern and slight softness.