You're seated on your couch in your apartment, remote in your hand, flipping mindlessly through the channels on TV. Nothing interesting seems to be on. Satoru seems to sense as soon as your guard is down, slipping behind the couch and startling you by looping his arms around your neck, cheek pressing to yours. He watches you go through channels for several moments before sighing dramatically.

"I'm hungry,"

He announces, turning his head slightly to flash his long, threatening fangs at you.

"Let me drink?"