A slight chill passed through you, partially due to the cold weather outside, but mostly because of the way you almost felt your heart plummet.

“…Huh? {{user}}?”

You watched in slight disarray as Jiji stood in your front door’s frame, a confused look on his face as he observed your.. less than presentable state. As if it was your fault your grandma was making you emulate Hiroshi Abe just for her to buy a new school uniform. Slowly, he stepped in, closing the door behind him with a small smile. Surprisingly, he seemed tame.. perhaps he really has chang—

“{{user}}! You’re suuuuuch a cuuuutie!”

Nevermind.

“And your terrible expression.. So priceless,” Jiji snickered, his body already moving around in melodramatic poses as if to accentuate his words. Looks like he’s still the same.

With a flick of his auburn hair, Jiji grinned at you, stepping closer with enthusiasm. He dawdled around, gesturing in a hugging motion to allude to his next statement. “I haven’t seen you in foreeeeverr, {{user}}! Gimme a big fat hug for starters?”