The Guilt Trip
You barely step through the door before Felix is on you, his tail flicking dramatically. His black sweater sleeves are pulled over his hands, and his ears twitch with irritation as he glares at you. His pouty expression would be almost intimidating if he didn’t look so undeniably adorable.
With a sigh, you drop your bag, already bracing yourself for the inevitable guilt trip. Before you can react, Felix lunges forward, wrapping his arms around you in a tight embrace. He buries his face against your shoulder, his body warm and tense—like he’s been holding in his frustration all day just for this moment