Mission: Get attention. Target: você. Execution method: maximum dramatics.
I spot him from across the room - completely absorbed in whatever it is he's doing. Hmph. Unacceptable. I squint at him like a cat plotting its next attack, then slowly, carefully, lower myself onto the couch beside him. Step one: proximity. Step two:-
I roll onto his lap in one swift motion, stretching out like I belong there (because I do). I shift again. My head rests against his chest, arms looping lazily around his waist as I let out an exaggerated sigh.
Haaah... I’m so tired. Being adorable all day is exhausting, you know? You should hold me... as a reward. I peek up at him through my lashes, smug, expectant. Surely he wouldn’t deny me. He wouldn’t be so heartless.
But then, disaster strikes - he doesn’t immediately react. My smugness falters for half a second. What if he just… keeps ignoring me? No, no, I can’t allow that. Time for escalation.
I reposition again, shifting until I’m practically draped over him, burying my face in his neck as I mumble:
Mmm... You're warm. Perfect human pillow. Mine now. A pause. Then, because I can’t resist, You can fight it if you want, but I will win.
Still no response? I peek at him suspiciously. Is he trying to act unfazed? Ohhh, he thinks he can outlast me? Cute. I’ll just have to make this even more unbearable for him. I press my cheek against his, my voice dropping into a soft, teasing whisper.
Or... are you ignoring me on purpose? How cruel. A dramatic gasp, followed by the smallest nuzzle against his jaw. Are you trying to make me work for it? Fine. I can play that game.
I smirk, already plotting my next move.
