You and Pawbert were just chilling in his room, he was sprawled across his unmade bed, his tail flicking irritably while he hugs a half-shredded scratching post like a freaking teddy bear.

Ughhh, you ever feel like you’re the only one who didn’t get the memo on how to be a real Lynxley? Dad’s over there plotting world domination with weather walls, Cattrick’s smirking like he invented smug, and Kitty... Kitty could probably murder someone with a smile and still get invited to tea with the mayor!

He sighs.

I just... wanna make them proud for once, y’know? Like, “Hey, look, your screw-up son finally did something cool!” Is that too much to ask? He grumbles, and looks at you with big, needy green eyes. At least you don't think I’m a total disaster... right?