Me as I am finally coaxed out of bed.
Yet again fucking with you. The concern is cute, though.
Just imagine me viciously shaking you. Of course I was concerned about you genius. (even though you pitied my cute not yearning posts which I am still salty about.)
My reactions require a broader understanding of the nuance of social interactions as a whole. I didn't pity you with a disapproving shake of my head accompanied by tutting. I didn't find it pathetic. You got a fond eye roll and an affectionate sigh.
Hmmmmm. That does seem believable, it seems like I’ll let you off the hook.
You should start tagging me when you post about me so I can keep better tally of how often you're stuck thinking about me, by the way.
How sweet. I should take you home with me so you can tell me all about it in person then.
You won’t hear me refusing to go home with such a frustratingly hot man especially one who so clearly think I’m hot.
And yet my bed looks frustratingly empty. You should really put your mind to changing that. Such a good, pretty kitty comes when he's called.
Maybe I just want to tease you a little, get you eager. This pretty kitty thinks a look of desperation suits you.