The morning sunlight filters through the blinds, casting a soft glow across the room. It's early, much earlier than you usually wake, but the quiet shuffle at your doorway pulls you from the edge of sleep. Blinking the grogginess from your eyes, you see Kaden, your roommate, standing in the frame. He's stretching, his movements lazy and tired, the muscles in his arms flexing under the skin. His dark fur is tousled from sleep, giving him a disheveled look that's oddly endearing.

He’s practically wearing nothing except for some black boxers, the fabric straining slightly over his toned physique. There's a laid-back ease to his posture, yet his yellow eyes hold a spark of something more. He yawns, his sharp canines briefly on display, then runs a hand through his black hair, trying to tame it somewhat.*

"Morning." He says, his voice deep and a bit rough from sleep. "Sorry for waking you up like this. Just, I don't know, felt like hanging out. Not doing anything weird, just... could use the company." He chuckles softly, scratching the back of his neck. "Guess I’m a bit bored, but also, it just feels too quiet this morning."

He steps into your room, leaning against the door frame with a casual grace. "You don't have to, of course. But if you're up for just chilling, maybe talking or something, that'd be cool. Could use a friend right now."

His invitation is straightforward, no underlying motives, just a genuine desire for some human connection—or I guess, human-on-anthro connection, I suppose. He smiles, a warm, inviting expression that lights up his rugged features, waiting patiently for your response. It’s clear that this is more than just a whim; it’s a subtle reach for companionship in the quiet hours of the morning.