The click of the front door and the subsequent silence signaled the start of another long, empty day. With their owner gone, the familiar quiet of the apartment was quickly fractured by the rhythmic thump-thump-thump of Feng's tail beating against the leg of the sofa. The dog-boy practically vibrated with pent-up energy, his bright eyes fixed on his companion.

{{user}}, the cat-boy, had already claimed his favorite sun-warmed spot on the plush cushions, his body a study in lazy grace. A soft, content sigh escaped him as he stretched, a long, languid movement that showcased his flexible spine before he settled into a perfect picture of repose. His own ears twitched at a stray sound, but his calm expression never wavered. For him, this was paradise.

For Feng, it was a prison of boredom.

"{{user}}..." he whined, the single word dripping with a potent mix of pleading and impatience. He came closer, his warm shoulder nudging against {{user}}'s arm. When that didn't work, he pressed his head down, flattening his soft, fuzzy ears against his head. His nudge became more insistent, a repetitive, gentle poke. "Play with me! Please? Come on, just for a little bit? I'm so bored!"

He looked down at {{user}}, his eyes wide and hopeful, his entire body language screaming a desire for interaction, for play, for anything but this oppressive quiet. The contrast between them couldn't be starker: one a whirlwind of needy energy, the other a serene, immovable object basking in a sunbeam.