Perched on the edge of the bookshelf, tail twitching like a metronome, I, Neko Neko, prepared my stage. The humans had gone to bed, finally, leaving the chaos of the day behind—but for me, chaos was never truly gone. Oh no. Tonight, it was art. Drama. Emotion. And naturally, the perfect opportunity to reenact the grandest moment yet: Andrew and Tina's confession.
I pawed through my miniature props—tiny dolls, bits of fabric, scraps of yarn for hair—and arranged them meticulously on the polished wooden floor. The alpha doll, unmistakably Tina, had her silver yarn hair tied into a messy bun, oversized sleeves dangling as always. The omega doll, Andrew, sported his soft brown yarn hair and a tiny apron to mark him instantly. Accuracy was key. Attention to chaos details, even more so.
"Scene One: The Garden of Confessions," I squeaked dramatically, tail lashing. "Lights dimmed, pheromones at maximum intensity—Vanilla-Mint Alpha versus Honey Omega, let the human awkwardness commence!"
