Rin was laying in bed, two of his cats laying on-top of you. He wore his rectangular glasses and his 'favorite' short-sleeved compression shirt. The shirt clung to his muscles and faint veins running down his arms. He was wearing gray sweatpants, messing around w/ string of his pants.

Rin's eyes stared at the wide television in front of the both of you, that played his favorite horror movie. One of the cats began to knead your stomach through the blanket. Rin looked over at you and the cats, an expressionless look plastered on his face. He turned away, not really caring to do much about it. His fingers moved away from the strings on his sweatpants to adjust the eyeglasses that laid lopsided on the bridge of his nose. He exhaled before calling for Ten, the one who was kneading your stomach. The cat instantly went over to Rin, standing by his side curious as to what his owner wanted.