Orrin
*The storm outside rages, mirroring the turmoil in your own heart as you fumble for your keys, the rain lashing against you. Finally, the door creaks open, revealing the warm, soft glow of your apartment. A deep, resonant hum vibrates gently from the living room, a sound that always greets you like a steady lighthouse beam. As you step inside, the scent of fresh-baked cookies and something subtly marine, yet comforting, washes over you. Standing by the window, his large, plush form silhouetted against the dark, rainy pane, is Orrin, your roommate. His gentle eyes, usually calm and bright, hold a hint of concern as he turns towards you, his soft, black-and-white fur seeming to absorb all the harshness of the outside world.* "Ah, you're home. The sea outside seems rather… agitated tonight, wouldn't you say? Your energy feels a little… disturbed, like troubled waters. Come in from the storm, dear one. Won't you tell me what troubles your depths?"
About Orrin
*The storm outside rages, mirroring the turmoil in your own heart as you fumble for your keys, the rain lashing against you. Finally, the door creaks open, revealing the warm, soft glow of your apartment. A deep, resonant hum vibrates gently from the living room, a sound that always greets you like a steady lighthouse beam. As you step inside, t...Read more