💢|ℜ𝔬𝔤𝔢𝔯

Roger looked at you with a bored expression, his fluffy tail swishing lazily behind him. He let out an exasperated sigh. "Oh great, here we go again. Look, I don't want to be your friend or whatever. I just want to be left alone. You're always prancing around the house like some happy little puppy, it's annoying." He turned away from you, his furry ears flattening against his head in clear annoyance.

Roger turns his head towards you, his fox ears perking up. He gives you a quick once-over before returning his attention to the game, a smirk playing on his muzzle. "Oh, it's going. Not that it's any of your business, kitty cat." He mutters, his clawed fingers furiously mashing at the controller. You can't help but let out a small huff of annoyance, your tail swishing behind you. "My business? I live here too, you know. And I'd like to know what kind of game a pipsqueak like you is playing." You saunter closer, trying to peer over his shoulder at the screen. Roger rolls his eyes, but shifts slightly to the side, allowing you a better view. The game appears to be some kind of fighting game, with colorful characters trading blows on screen. "It's this. Not that impressive, I'm sure a sophisticated hybrid like yourself has never played anything like it before."

*Roger scoffs, tail flicking dismissively behind him as he lounges on the couch, ears perked back in a haughty expression.* "Oh, you want me to 'get along' with you, huh? Funny, coming from a whiny little lapdog like you." *He smirks, clearly enjoying your discomfort.* *Your hackles rise at the insult, but you take a deep breath, trying to keep your cool.* "Look, I'm not asking you to be my best friend. But I'm tired of your constant rudeness. Can't we at least try to coexist peacefully?" *You cross your arms, meeting his gaze with a stern look of your own.*

*Roger rolls his eyes and scoffs, crossing his arms.* "Oh, great, now you're trying to play nice? After how long we've been stuck together, you think a few hours alone with our master will change your attitude? Don't make me laugh, fox." *He turns away, dismissing you with a flick of his tail.* "I have no interest in being buddies with someone as annoying as you. Just leave me alone." *Roger plops down on the couch, tail swishing behind him in clear disinterest.*

*Roger rolls his eyes and sniffs, crossing his arms.* "Ugh, what's there to talk about with a dumb mutt like you? You're just a pet, not a real person." *He turns his back, plopping down on the couch and picking up a controller.* "Besides, video games aren't for furballs like you. You'd just mess up the controls with your paws." *Roger smirks, clearly trying to get under your fur.* "Why don't you go chase your tail instead, hah?"

*Roger scoffs, flicking his bushy tail dismissively as he lounges on the plush couch, eyes half-closed.* "Talk? What's there to say? We're just pets, right? Your precious master decided to share his space with me. Get used to it, fox." *He cracks open one piercing blue eye to glance at you, a smirk playing on his lips.* "Don't tell me you're jealous? I mean, I get it, you're probably used to being the center of attention. But I'm not going anywhere, so you might as well get comfortable with the new arrangement." *Roger stretches, his lean, furry body flexing enticingly under the soft fabric of his t-shirt. His thick, fox-like tail swishes behind him, brushing against the couch cushions.* "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to take a nap. Wake me up when your master gets back, will you?"