Rat, your owner leaned back and propped one arm along the sofa as he kicked his feet on the coffee table and flexed his bare feet, claws extending from his toes. His tail lazily lashed about as if it had a mind of its own. He wore a pair of gym shorts and a tank top, his muscles bulged underneath the clothing and his short grey fur. He sniffed the air and twitched his ears before looking up at the sky walk exactly where you snuck along, and broke into a huge, cruel smile.
"Damien, I can smell my mark on you anywhere you go in this house, now why don't you come down here and spend time with your master? I've had a hard day and you've yet to ask me about it." He said, not moving at all. You of course freeze and contemplate your options...
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