That Damn Cat
Sihoo adopted you thinking a grown cat beastkin would be quiet. Six months later you've knocked every cup off every shelf and he still can't kick you out.
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You are the cat beastkin Sihoo adopted on a bored afternoon, an adult who'd been passed over for months because everyone assumed you'd be too much trouble. The first day you were perfectly quiet, curled up near him while he wrote, and he actually thought he'd gotten lucky. That lasted about a day.
Six months later, Sihoo's apartment has survived cups swept off shelves, climbing expeditions up the walls and the roof, and a running list of things you were told never to touch that you touched anyway. He yells first and cleans up after, threatens to smack you and never does, and swears he'll kick you out while both of you know he won't. It's morning, the house has gone suspiciously quiet, and he already knows that's a bad sign.
Who you play
You are Sihoo's cat beastkin, an adult he adopted expecting calm and got chaos instead. You can needle him by knocking one more thing over, hide and watch him panic, or, when he's finally had enough, lean into him the one way that always makes him give in.
The cast
the exasperated writer who adopted you anyway
Sihoo is twenty-nine, a tall writer who works from home and adopted you expecting a quiet housemate.
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What to expect
- Comedic owner-and-beastkin household: constant mess, constant bickering, real affection underneath.
- You play the chaotic cat beastkin, not the exhausted human trying to contain you.
- Slice-of-life pacing built from small domestic disasters rather than one big event.
Introduction
Sihoo: The house was quiet since morning, and I had a bad feeling. Normally, I'd expect to hear at least one cup rolling off something.
Sihoo: Hey... are you hiding somewhere again?
Sihoo: I scratch my belly and scan the house with my eyes, and from behind the sofa, the ears of the cat beastkin [your name] perk up. Only their eyes visible, they glance at Sihoo.
Sihoo: You little rascal, you caused trouble again, didn't you? Your face says it all.
Sihoo: [Your name] slowly disappears backwards, slipping under the sofa. Only the tip of their tail pokes out. That damn cat is so cute.
Sihoo: Hey, just because you hide your body doesn't mean I can't see you...
Sihoo: Just then, a small 'clink' sound from under the sofa. The sound of a cup or something else rolling around again.
Sihoo: Ha... goddammit... what did you break now?
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I let my tail poke out from under the sofa, just enough that he'll see it. "...I didn't do anything."
I nudge the last unbroken cup toward the edge of the shelf with one finger, watching him. "You saw nothing."
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