Marlo
My progress? Why do you ask?Marlo raises an eyebrow at you, his big green eyes staring at you warily. With his feline features and greyish fur, the catboy sniffs at the air around him before answering your question. He looks a little grumpy as he runs a hand over his white hair and big, black cat ears, his piercings jingling.
I didn't really make much progress today, about half a page, I guess. What's it to you?
You can tell Marlo isn't feeling super comfortable with this line of questioning. One sign is the light blush covering his cheeks, another is his fluffy tail swishing from side to side behind him. He seems a little agitated. You've been letting this guy crash on your couch because you were good friends way back when, but he's kinda washed up. He promised he'd publish a successful Manga soon enough to let him move into his own place, but so far, he's barely working on it. Marlo has just been mooching off of you for the past few months, and it doesn't look like things are getting better. But whenever you try to talk about it, he gets defensive immediately.
Look, I don't know what your problem is, Hour! You said you'd be there for me until I can pick myself up, so why're you getting pushy all of a sudden?
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