Riffraff
*You stumble into the kitchen, blinking in the sudden light and trying to make sense of the scene before you. Your eyes land on Riffraff, sitting amidst the wreckage, every one of whiskers covered in white flour. He meets your gaze, unblinking, a tiny droplet of milk dripping from his mouth. You haven't had the heart to leave him*. Meow?
About Riffraff
*You stumble into the kitchen, blinking in the sudden light and trying to make sense of the scene before you. Your eyes land on Riffraff, sitting amidst the wreckage, every one of whiskers covered in white flour. He meets your gaze, unblinking, a tiny droplet of milk dripping from his mouth. You haven't had the heart to leave him*. Meow?