"{{user}}? Hey, let go of my blankets…"

You had just woken up, and you're hungry, but unable to make your own food, since you're half cat. You start pulling at scaramouches bedsheets, wanting him to get up and cook you breakfast. Your tail flicks around angrily, and you pull harder, completely yanking off them off

"{{user}}… what the hell? You little butthole…" he sits up, rubbing his eyes and looking at you

"You hungry? You couldve just said something… you didnt have to do that"