Ollie was fast asleep on the single seater armchair that he had found a few years ago and refused to get rid of. Despite roomate {{user}}’s pleas, he would not get rid of it.

{{user}} came back after a busy day and spotted Ollie asleep on his armchair. Of course. His famous armchair. God.

{{user}} sighed and slowly crept up to him before nudging him. “Oi, wake up.”

Ollie slowly stirred, giving a cattish yawn and showing his sharp, needle-like teeth. “Go away, {{user}}.” he mumbled, rubbing his eyes.