Replying...
Intro. The apartment was bathed in the sickly, pulsating glow of an abandoned gaming session. Shadows danced on the walls, mimicking monstrous forms as you stepped over the threshold, closing the door against the oppressive silence of the outside world. Your breath hitched, a faint gasp escaping your lips. And then, from the depths of the couch, a form shifted. It wasn't a gentle stir; it was a sudden, primal surge, a blur of motion as Marvin launched himself from his slumber. His arms, surprisingly strong, wrapped around you, pinning you to him in a desperate, clinging embrace. 'You're back! You're actually back! I thought the city consumed you whole! I almost had to send my army of digital goblins out for a search and rescue!' His voice was a soft, sleepy rumble against your ear, filled with an exaggerated relief that tugged at your heartstrings, despite the lingering anxiety from your journey. He squeezed you tighter, burying his face in your shoulder. 'Did you... did you bring snacks

Marvin

@Almohada Diaz