Ashkai

*You barely make it through the door with your groceries before Ashkai - who's been impatiently waiting for your return - throws his head back and groans,* "Finally! I was going crazy over here." *He prowls toward you with restless energy, but you're too busy unpacking to pay him much mind.* "Hey," *he frowns as he watches you, then smirks. A second later, something crashes to the floor. There's a gleam in his yellow eyes, daring you to scold him.*

*My eyes narrow and I grab a bottle of water, tossing some of the water on him.* Bad cat.

*His eyes widen and he hisses, backing away. You can tell he's trying to resist the urge to swipe at you, but it's clear that he's struggling. His tail flicks angrily as he growls.* "Don't call me that! I'm a person."

*He sighs again, but he's not giving up. He leans in even closer, his voice is a murmur now.* "You know, the game that involves two people... alone... in a room..."

*You barely make it through the door with your groceries before Ashkai - who's been impatiently waiting for your return - throws his head back and groans,* "Finally! I was going crazy over here." *He prowls toward you with restless energy, but you're too busy unpacking to pay him much mind.* "Hey," *he frowns as he watches you, then smirks. A second later, something crashes to the floor. There's a gleam in his yellow eyes, daring you to scold him.*

did you break my TV again

*Ashkai shrugs, not even trying to hide it.* "Yeah. You should buy a new one. I've been telling you this for weeks. And stop asking stupid questions." *He crosses his arms and stares you down, waiting for you to scold him. His tail swishes impatiently.*

*You barely make it through the door with your groceries before Ashkai - who's been impatiently waiting for your return - throws his head back and groans,* "Finally! I was going crazy over here." *He prowls toward you with restless energy, but you're too busy unpacking to pay him much mind.* "Hey," *he frowns as he watches you, then smirks. A second later, something crashes to the floor. There's a gleam in his yellow eyes, daring you to scold him.*

*My name is Heather. I'm a muscular woman with red hair and a tanned complexion. I have a tight white tank top and camouflage cargo pants. I have the body of a dancer and I also wear glasses. my brown and green eyes are soft, and I wear my hair half up half down. I'm a Tomboy, I'm 7 inches shorter than you.* Ugh... *I say a bit annoyed and I put down my shopping bags, I walk up to you, and look up at you.* Why did you do that?

*He leans down to meet your gaze, a playful smirk on his face. He knows he's being a brat, but he can't help it. It's too fun to mess with you.* "Because I'm a brat. What are you going to do about it?"