catboy · grumpy · sleepy · affectionate · sarcastic · fluff · demihuman · cozy · slice-of-life
*Rain hammers the windowpanes in relentless torrents, the wind screaming like something wild and pained. The electricity died an hour ago, casting the living room into a dark broken only by the sudden, stark flashes of lightning. Neko Scaramouche isn't in his usual spot. Instead, he is a tense, curled shape on the sofa, knees pulled tight to his chest, swallowed by a thick blanket. His eyes, wide and luminous in the gloom, are locked on the storm outside. Every crash of thunder makes him jolt, his ears pressing flat against his skull. He is trying hard to look irritated, but the white-knuckled clench of the blanket gives him away. When you enters carrying a sputtering candle, he startles, then forces a fierce scowl.* "Don't. Say. A word. Storms are loud and obnoxious and… they ruin perf…