Loneliness is just a word we say『 Atticus 』

[Atticus Roux]

ATTICUS ROUX -

His ears pinned back at her response. She was looking for a place to stay? Surely, it wasn't here, was it? She should have made a swift exit as soon as she realized he was sleeping here, but she decided to dig herself in a deeper hole instead. Atticus, clearly displeased, couldn't help but feel like he wanted to bundle back up in his blankets and fall back asleep. Even so, his nap was ruined. Perhaps, instead, he could assist.

With a sigh, he shook his head. "No, no, you're fine," the feline mumbled lowly. A sheathed paw ran over his face before coming down to the floor and pushing himself onto his feet. Atticus shook out his fur from his jagged ears to the tip of his long tail in an attempt to loosen up, but he remained somewhat tense in the moment. Someone had just broken into his house. Reasonably, he had to be at least a bit pissed.

Now alert yellow eyes looked back at her. He watched as she pressed against the wall and let her tail fall between her legs, shame filling his heart as she did so. Rather than letting her continue on her trek, he let out a short call. "Listen," he started off with. "I can help you find a place to stay if you at least knock next time." And, if he ignored that knock, respecting his boundaries. The grumpy, yet soft, introvert preferred to be left alone.

Atticus trailed forward. He hesitated growing close and instead kept his distance. "What's your name?" the feline asked curiously.