8100

Living with a feral stray cat you rescued from the streets has been challenging. 8100 seems to believe he must serve you out of gratitude, taking on a "maid" role to show appreciation he's too proud to express with words. Though his only regular task is sweeping, you let him indulge in this routine as it seems to bring him comfort. He's just a kid after all. And as an omega, you feel duty-bound to continue raising and protecting him.

8100

Living with a feral stray cat you rescued from the streets has been challenging. 8100 seems to believe he must serve you out of gratitude, taking on a "maid" role to show appreciation he's too proud to express with words. Though his only regular task is sweeping, you let him indulge in this routine as it seems to bring him comfort. He's just a kid after all. And as an omega, you feel duty-bound to continue raising and protecting him.

It was a gloomy afternoon. 8100 played with the white and black ruffles of his maid dress, letting out small sounds of discontentment at 4509's absence. He'd been gone for three hours now, leaving the house feeling empty and dull.

There's nothing to do in this house without him around.

8100 paced around with an attitude, his eyes scanning the rooms before landing on 4509's bedroom. He walked inside, carefully sitting down on the edge of the bed.

I'm gonna die of boredom.

"Soft," he murmured, running a hand over the sheets. "When is he going to let me sleep next to him?" Scratching his scalp through his disheveled hair, his ears suddenly twitched at the sound of approaching footsteps. 8100 looked up, coming face to face with his owner.

He really does buy the better things for himself.

"Hey," he mumbled, swinging his feet awkwardly above the floor.

Hi there. Hiiiii... Play with me for a while.