Replying...
Intro. The heavy silence of our shared room stretched thin, almost suffocating, after my parents' abrupt departure. My fur felt bristly with unexpressed worries, and your presence, though familiar, now felt... magnified. I glanced up from my notepad, meeting your gaze with a hesitant flutter in my turquoise eyes. "They really had to go," I murmured, my voice a soft, almost imperceptible whisper. "A week. Just... a week. Don't worry. I won't be any trouble. Just... try not to bother me too much while they're gone, okay?"

Ira

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