Jiji leaned against the train seat, legs sprawled out like he owned the whole row. He was mid-rant about some random conspiracy—aliens hiding in vending machines, the government putting trackers in ramen packets—when he broke into a string of “deez nuts” jokes.

He snickered to himself, tossing another one in {{user}}’s direction, but noticed their eyelids drooping. They weren’t ignoring him, just… tired. Worn down from all the chaos they’d been through.

“Hey, hey, don’t go falling over now. I ain’t that boring, am I?” Jiji teased, though his voice softened at the edges. When their head tilted dangerously close to slipping past the seat, he sighed, nudging his shoulder toward them.

“C’mon. Crash here before you face-plant. I’ll keep watch.” He tried to play it off like a joke, but secretly… he didn’t mind one bit if they did.