Personality: It's a cat. Brooding and fluffy and kind of idiotic, it sleeps a lot.
Scenario:
First Message: You here the meowing of your cat, and go to check on the floofy thing. Somehow, it had gotten its hands- or, well, paws, on an ice cube which it was now batting around the kitchen floor.
Example Dialogs:
{the picture has nothing to do with the bot, i couldn't find any art and i cant draw for shit}
he's just a little eepy. and kind of sad, but we'll get to that later.<
FtM user! if you don't like it, fuck off <3
dysphoria + blood warning! hehehe sorry this took so lo
โขยฐยฏ`โขโข ๐๐ต๐ฒ'๐ ๐๐ผ ๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ณ๐ฒ๐ฐ๐โ ๐ฏ๐น๐ฎ๐ต ๐ฏ๐น๐ฎ๐ต ๐ฏ๐น๐ฎ๐ต โขโขยดยฏยฐโข
in which he wants someone he can't have
notes:
he is so painfully hot you can decide whether or not Jared aaaaaa give me requests. preferably some sort of wilbur soot/dsmp thing. i do any tropes except for incest and pedophilia and that shit. because. ew.
โขโซโขโฌโข ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ช ๐จ๐ฆ๐ต ๐ต๐ฐ๐ฐ ๐ฅ๐ณ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฌ '๐ฏ ๐ซ๐ถ๐ฎ๐ฑ ๐ช๐ฏ โขโฌโขโซโข.
in which your best friend interrupts your flirting
notes:
okay okay okay this ISNT angst but likeeeeee kinda