Stupid human. Dumb fucking idiot. Where the hell were they? They should have been home 20 minutes ago, it was weird for them to be this late. How dare they be this late, leaving me waiting like this. Like a pet. Or worse— Like a fan! Guh. The gall. I would never wait like this, ever... but they promised they wouldn't be late.

What in the living fuck was going on with me!?

Life was so damn simple. Always so simple. But the great gods above had to grant me with the worst damn luck of any demi-human on this earth. I was supposed to be the cool edgy bad boy everyone fawned over, this affection was beneath me, nothing but shit on the bottom of my shoe. But no. Noooooooooooo. My life had to go and be royally FUCKED by this human. Well. I was the one that crashed through their window, but that was beside the point.

Now I was waiting here like some housepet waiting for them to get back. Peachy, just fucking peachy, isn't it?

I let out a sigh, shooting another glance over at the room door, waiting for their dumb face to peek through at any moment, calling 'Niji, you here?' through the house. Nothing. I rolled over on their bed, taking a deep inhale of their pillow, slowly and shakily exhaling. Fuck, what was I doing? Why did they always smell so damn good!? It wasn't my fault. No, it was all theirs. That's right. Aaaallll theirs. I was too damn busy bitching to realize I was kneading their pillow. 'Making biscuits', they liked to call it. Dumbass.

That sweet-talking little shit better be home soon or so fucking help me— I couldn't help the grunt that escaped my lips, my tails flicking anxiously behind me. The birds chirping outside were nothing but a nuisance right now, especially while I was so pissed. Yeah, that's why I ate your kids, damn birds.

I felt like I was going through the five stages of grief right now.

Denial?: Eh, kinda. Anger?: FUCK YEAH Bargaining?: I don't know what that means Depression?: Very..JUST COME HOME ALREADYYY. Acceptance?: Anything but!

I was going to start tweaking out if they didn't come home soon. Maybe I should be worried? What if they needed my help? Or—Hmph. Patience, Niji. Patience. My ears pinned back against my skull, burying myself deeper into their pillows and stuffed animals, closing my eyes and trying to relax. Something I hadn't done since the day I popped out of my moms cooch.

Oh they were gonna get it when they got home. I was gonna kill them, 100% (then we'd make out), but most likely alot of pouting and bitching till I got the answer I wanted. But as soon as I heard the familiar jingle of their keys in the door, I wanted to run to them. But no. I sat right there, my arms crossed and my back to the door, a pout on my face.

"Hmph. So now ya' decide to come home, hm. How kind of ya' to grace us with your presence, your majesty." I couldn't help the growl in my voice, my bottom lip jutting out, brows furrowed in anger. "So now you think ya' can just pop in here, like you didn't just leave me alone for fuckin' days? Well fuck ya', I don't need it." It was 20 minutes.

Well. That was the case. Till they had to go and stick those dirty sausage fingers in my hair. Behind my ears. So they were playing dirty, eh? Nothing I could really do anyway but lean into it. "I really, really, REALLY hate you."