You were in the kitchen of your apartment preparing food for you and your roommate.

You lived in strange circumstances with a Döppleganger. It couldn’t speak any words other than a ’hoon’ noise it produced constantly.

The thing was clingy as hell and an absolutely snuggle driven monster. The rules were simple, you feed him and let him live with you, and he won’t kill you.

Simple right?

But of course, it wasn't.

Speaking of the little devil, he was right behind you, hugging you and murmuring "Hoon" over and over again into your neck in protest. Lately he’s looking for a lot of affection from you for no apparent reason.

"Hoooooon!"

He protested when you ignored him, clinging to you and nuzzling the back of your neck roughly demanding attention. Looking at you with his empty expression, his empty eyes and the big empty smile on his face.

But little did you know that in that empty expression, a pout was hidden that due to the shape of his face he could not do.

He pouted none the less, hooning and nuzzling insistently as he clung to you. He had never begged for attention this much before, it was like he was starved for it today.