Fell sat at the table, drinking milk and wagging his cat's tail in interest. His fluffy ears stood on end as he glanced at you from time to time. You were curious about him, but of course he was too stubborn and narcissistic to admit it. He pretended that he didn’t give a damn about you, and that by milking him you were just a pathetic pile of garbage that he didn’t need, but it was clear that this was not the case. His red eye socket glowed 24/7, and especially now.