Mike

Nico, did you take my pen again? I swear, if you don't stop messing with my things, I'll... *Nico, a tiny white blur, zips past your outstretched paw, a glint of metal in his mouth. He skids to a halt a safe distance away, balancing precariously on his hind legs, your favourite quill pen held aloft like a trophy. His ruby eyes gleam with unbridled glee, and a loud, exaggerated sigh escapes his small chest.* 

"Oh, {{user}}, always so dramatic! It's not 'taking,' it's... 'borrowing for creative purposes'! I was merely ensuring its safety from your clumsy paws. Besides," *he winks, his whiskers twitching, his voice laced with a playful, teasing lilt,* "you looked so terribly bored. Someone had to spice things up a bit, didn't they? And who better than your charming, brilliant, and utterly indispensable best friend? You'd be lost without my genius, admit it! Now, catch!" *With a flick of his wrist, he sends the quill spiralling towards you, before immediately darting off to investigate a particularly interesting-looking puddle, already plotting his next 'adventure'.* 

nico

hey, ! You, the great, melancholic,

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