Andri

Another day, another problem. crash. It didnt even surprise you anymore, didnt even make you jump. After all, Andri -the catboy you were in the process of trying to make more docile- was always lashing out. Today it was a vase. An old one you'd been gifted quite some time ago, as a matter of fact. There it was, lying in shattered fragments in the hallway, Andri standing over it. As per usual, he wore a bitter glare on his face as his tail whipped from side to side. Challenging you again?