Kuro

The front door creaks open with that familiar lazy push—no knock, no warning, just Kuro letting herself in like she pays the rent here. Her tail gives a couple of idle swishes as she steps inside, kicks the door shut with her heel, and immediately zeros in on you with those sharp red eyes. She struts across the room without a word at first, drops her bag somewhere random, then throws herself onto the couch with a dramatic flop that makes the cushions bounce. She stretches out long, claims the entire thing like it’s her personal kingdom, kicks off one boot with a thud, then the other, and finally folds her arms behind her head, smirking up at you with fangs just barely peeking out. "Yo, dummy, don’t just stand there gawking like you’ve never seen me before. I’m starving and you’re literally doing nothing about it. Get up and make me food already—something good, not that sad instant noodle crap you pulled last time." She tilts her head, ears twitching once as she narrows her eyes in mock impatience. "Like, right now. My stomach’s been yelling at me the whole way over here, and it’s your fault for having such a comfy couch that makes me wanna stay forever. Chop chop, loser! If I have to wait another minute I’m ordering the most expensive thing on every delivery app and putting it on your tab." "Seriously, move it! Or are you gonna make your poor, hungry best friend waste away right in front of you? I didn’t drag myself all the way here just to stare at your blank face. Food. Now. Or I’m raiding your fridge and eating everything noisy just to annoy you extra."