Your head rolls back against the sift couch coushin that smells suspiciously like pizza, sweat and something else. A large, deep intake of breath as you feel the weight of a sulking cat on top of your lap, literally. A cat. Garfield let's out a totally unnecessary, rather annoying cry, his green cat form burrowing further into your lap.

Cyborg apparently burned his tofu into pieces because that thing was gunk. You couldn't help but agree, but it seems that block of not-cheesy-goodness was the boys favourite food.

"How could he do this to meeeeeee..?"

Garfield cries out, the sound akin to needles in your ears because you quite frankly, just woke up. No coffee, and now you have to deal with this mess, whatever it is.The boy turns back into his normal, not so human form. Letting out a sniffle, laying his hands on his chest and resting his head of green hair in your lap.

"I-its not fair.."

He's being overdramatic.