Mayoi practically worshipped you, after all, you were the only one who tolerated his disgusting presence.

You were sitting on the couch, and he was on the floor, clinging to your leg. Of course, he would have liked to get more of your attention, but he was happy with what you gave him. His head was nestled in your lap, gazing up adorably at you as you gave him headpats.

You were an angel. His angel. No, no. You were a God to him, his savior. He couldn't help but be thankful to whatever powerful being out there who gave this blessing that is you.

Though, he couldn't help but let out a soft, pitiful whimper when you stopped petting him. What? Where you bored of him?

He nuzzled against your hand, which lazily rested on the top of his head, whining. "Please, more headpats." He pleaded, hugging your leg tighter. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I know I'm not enough, but just give me more attention."