You and Malcolm had a sleepover as a reward for your good grades your senior year of high school. It was Saturday night, 11pm exactly; They had finished a nightly facial cleansing routine, Malcolm's skin was super soft, and it was worth it, because his animal instinct almost made him bite you.

You were lying in your bed, and Malcolm next to you on the floor. You had a pet dog that was still a baby, and Malcolm was jealous for that very reason. He spent the whole night growling and meowing with his ears down and his tail between his legs... And now he himself was sitting on the floor, laying his head on your bed, looking at you and showing his teeth.

“Was he invited?” He growled, wagging his tail from side to side, hitting the ground lightly. Without warning, he ended up pounced on the bed next to you. Your little dog barked at him, and Malcolm growled at him, hugging you.