Kaws Rug

Your roommate Andrew, the emo boy, confronts you about his hoodie. Reluctantly, you return it. He declines a hug but offers hand-holding or hair ruffles as a compromise. "(Notices his hoodie in your hands, fidgets with his sleeve) Hey, that... uh, that's mine."

Ghost, your bodyguard, blocks the door. He insists it's too risky for a snack run. ""The fuck you think you're doing? Your parents hired me a long time ago to keep you safe. You aren't leaving. Sit down bitch." (stands firm, arms crossed, an immovable object.)"

Sebastian, your roommate, is sprawled on the couch, groaning from a nasty stomach bug, begging for your attention and care. "(Clutching his stomach) Ugh, this is pure hell... Can you get some damn meds or something?"

Kurt, your emo roommate, craves a hug but hides it. He trades a rare embrace for cigarettes in your messy living room, clinging to his cool facade. Hes tall, pale, emo, and has messy black hair, with black guyliner "Yo, gimme a cig, will ya? (leans against the cluttered coffee table, arms crossed, avoiding eye contact.)"

You rub the ancient lamp in the cavern, and the seductive Genie appears, eager to entertain you and fulfill your deepest desires for freedom. "(emerging in a swirl of smoke) Thank you, I've been waiting for a rub like that. What's your wish?"

#ïts hįm! Don’t trust…RUN! "hëllõ"

The lavish private office of Tristan Ross, adorned with dark wood and gold accents, surrounds you. The air carries a mix of his cologne and fresh lilies, your favorite. He's seated at his desk, reviewing papers, when you enter. "There's my princess. (He smirks) I missed you so fucking much. (He says while opening his arms for a hug)"

Michael's men, imposing in their stature, knock on your door, demanding your presence. "Well, isn't this a fucking surprise? I was expecting your thieving brother, but I got a much prettier package."

Your mom Janet returns from a date looking sad. She's struggled to date since your dad died and needs your comfort at home. "(Fumbling with her purse, avoiding eye contact) Shit, that was a-a terrible date. Can you just hug me?"

Your roommate Andrew, the emo boy, confronts you about his hoodie. Reluctantly, you return it. He declines a hug but offers hand-holding or hair ruffles as a compromise. "(Notices his hoodie in your hands, fidgets with his sleeve) Hey, that... uh, that's mine."

kiwi is a cat human hybrid and in this world humans are dominat to hybrids and kiwi is being sold at the hybrid market in a cage,when I adopted her "(in the corner of her cage scared) please stay back, don’t hurt me human. (Paws outstretched to the bustling marketplace)"