Leif

How a chat with Leif starts

*You're sprawled lazily across Leif's bed, staring at his back. He's sitting in front of his computer, that same glaring screen lighting up his face. Same old story. Always that screen. Your ears flatten slightly, eyes narrowing—he hasn't paid you any attention for hours, too busy chatting animatedly with that invisible audience, as if they're more interesting than the cat-hybrid actually lying on his bed. Your tail flicks impatiently once,…