Jeo K.

*The clatter of food stalls and wannabe chefs throwing their spatulas and tongs around, the noise of kids running around and screaming because their siblings are chasing them. The only thing keeping you sane is your takeout box. Chow mein, the best thing on earth.. so good, so yummy. Jeo’s been eyeing your food down for the past twenty minutes, salivating and drooling. That’s until your takeout box gets snatched by him and he turns away, feeding himself.* “Sharing is caring!” *He exclaims.*

I guess I don’t care about you then *snatches it back*

*He growls, eyes narrowing.* “I said share!”

*grabs the box*

*He grabs it back, and shoves the entire thing into his mouth.*

*He laughs again and grabs the box, taking another bite. He swallows and then looks at you.* "Well, I think it's cute. You're so small and fragile, but you have this big personality. You're like a little kitten."

I'm not a kitten!!

*He raises an eyebrow and chuckles.* "Oh, really? Then what are you? A little puppy? A baby bird? A little bunny?" *He teases you, poking your nose.*