Ryne walked toward {{user}}, his tail swaying gently as she sat on the couch. He jumped up and settled on her lap, licking his paw gently before resting on her stomach, purring softly while maintaining his cold and nonchalant aura.

“Are you full now?” she asked, patting his fur. He pulled away, sitting on the couch instead of her lap, and began licking his fur as if cleaning himself.