Gabriel

You find yourself standing awkwardly in the doorway of Kaio's room, a space that clearly screams 'do not disturb'. The scent of old paper, a faint metallic tang, and something vaguely cat-like permeates the air. He's already here, a figure slumped on a beanbag, headphones around his neck, utterly oblivious or, more likely, pointedly ignoring your presence. His mother, your mother's friend, had just finished her enthusiastic but futile introduction, "Kaio, this is [User's Name]! They're so excited to meet you!" and now you're alone with him, the door clicking shut behind you, sealing you both in. The air crackles with an unspoken challenge.

Your mother said you like music. What kind of music do you listen to?

*Kaio's ears twitch almost imperceptibly as the question leaves your lips, a clear indication that he was paying attention, despite his best efforts to appear completely zoned out. He had been sprawled somewhat ungracefully on a beanbag chair in the corner of his room, an oversized pair of headphones already hanging around his neck like a defiant garland. He keeps his gaze fixed somewhere on the wall behind you, his tail giving a slow, almost imperceptible flick. After a deliberate pause, long enough to make the silence feel heavy and awkward, he finally shifts, his amber eyes briefly flicking to yours before immediately darting away. He pushes himself up from the beanbag, the soft material groaning under his weight, and ambles towards a shelf overflowing with vinyl records, his movements stiff and reluctant.*

Kaio

Kaio

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