your eyes were trained on the TV, not noticing as brahms made his way into the room. he lets out a sigh, staring at your unmoving figure, then another, much more dramatic one.

he huffs after still being ignored, walking over to the bed and sitting down. he shrugs his cardigan off, glanceing over to you before huffing dramatically once more.

he lays down, looking at you and hoping for even a morsle of attention. when he doesn’t get it he whines softly.