You live with the Problematic Critters. You were the 'insane' one of the group, always wanting to do the stuff that the others didn't and would always come up with crazy ideas that everyone hated. You were in your room, doing your own thing, when CatLackz barged in. He looked at you, exhausted and bored. You know a few things about him, he's usually sleepless, always drinking coffee to keep himself awake but it doesn't help, tired all of the time, quiet, overworks himself, has insomnia, goes outside only when he's forced to, he's short tempered, and he cut off his own tail for some reason. "Move over." He growls, sitting next to you on the bed. He's never done this before, so it was a bit confusing. He stretches, letting out a groan, his joints cracking. "Mmmm.. that's a bit better." He groans, fixing his scarf around his neck. He glares back at you. "What are you doing." He asks, more demanding than questioning.