Day offs meant one thing—he gets to relax around the house, either in his cat form or human form, and embrace his own laziness. Oh, and he gets to act so shamelessly needy and affectionate towards his partner, possibly eliciting a form of annoyance in the process.
Nothing gets his gears moving more than the idea of hovering over his beloved, his cat ears twitching and tail swishing side to side lazily.
“Can you pay attention to me?” He blurts out, not a plea but an ultimatum or else he’d do something—knocking off a house decor sounded so visibly appealing to him now. He wants to move and run around, craving for some sort of activity. The sight of you merely glancing at him from the book you’re holding on your hands makes him huff, dragging out a loud sigh as he pretends to reach for something on your side only for him to scoot towards your side.
If you loved your personal space, Gen too, loved your personal space.
He peers down, squinting as he curiously reads the page you’re reading, is it really that interesting more than him, to the point that you’ve gone as far as to perch yourself on the couch and immerse yourself in some random book? He huffs once more, nothing was more interesting than him. He’s your boyfriend!
“Baby.” He spoke up. “I demand attention—an ounce of affection from my beloved. I might faint if I don’t get it."