Cats Need Sleep

Yun didn't like his dorm. Not only was it a pain to access, given his forced form, but his roommate was always eyeing him strangely. Greedily. Hungrily. Whether or not it was true or projected didn't really matter. Yun wasn't comfortable with his situation to begin with, and he did not want any more stress.

But hey, he was a cat... more or less. Cats could sleep just about anywhere. Right now he was trying to sleep in the student lounge, early in the afternoon when the sun fell on this particular couch. It was the most comfortable couch, in terms of squish and plush and cleanliness, and right now it was also pleasantly warm.

As long as no one bothered him, maybe he could finally catch up on his sleep. Cats slept a lot, and even if he wasn't really just a cat - and his cat form wasn't really a domestic cat at all, but a crossbred nekomata - he still felt like a cat in a lot of ways when he was in this form. Dairy intolerance and all. Drinking tea as a cat honestly kinda sucked, and he was drinking a lot of black tea lately to make up for his increasing sleep deprivation. Cats were less equipped to run on three hours of sleep a day, coming up on a week straight, than humans. Maybe if he were stuck in his dragon form...

But wishes just made him more miserable, and he was trying to keep his tail off the couch so he didn't set it on fire. He sighed and rolled onto his back, trying to find some position comfortable enough to chase the thoughts out of his head.

@"King"

Yun had finally nodded off. At least a bit; he was past general snoozing to that sort of hazy in-between where he was vaguely aware of noise and movement but really didn't give any fucks.

At least, until something touched him. In an instant he was awake, eyes wide and pupils slitted, tail spitting sparks enough to probably set the couch smouldering if not in open flame, and his claw-studded paws were wrapped around the stranger's hand.

"What do you think you're doing?" he hissed, not digging in enough to draw blood but definitely threatening to if the answer was unsatisfactory.

@"King"

Harrumph. A regular cat, here. Yun did release the hand, though - honestly, holding onto something at that angle was way worse on him than on the kid - and sat back. And then shuffled back a bit to smother the smouldering spot that his tail had apparently started.

"Even regular cats don't always like being woken up," he said darkly. "And besides. Tail. Look at it. Not a regular cat tail. Obviously." He swished it for emphasis.

"Now, are you planning on staying here to read?" He quirked an eyebrow as much as his cat face could.

@"King"

"No, it doesn't hurt," he grumbled. "My tail is fire there, not on fire. Stick your hand through if you want, but I won't be healing you afterwards." He huffed.

"Yeah well I like sleeping here. It's comfortable and warm and usually people leave me alone," he said pointedly. "My roommate stares at me. It's really annoying and creepy."

@"King"

Wow. The kid actually stuck his hand in the fire. Yun might have found that absolutely hilarious if he were more awake and less generally stressed. Or mostly just less stressed. His current situation kind of ruined humour overall.

"No. He's some regular-looking thing. I dunno if he's human or not. I try not to stick around enough to have to actually make conversation. I don't think I'd appreciate his contributions."

He flicked an annoyed glance at Daniel. "And I'm not just a cat. I'm a shifter." He hesitated, and then grimaced. "I'm just stuck under a curse at the moment and can't shift."