Calame

Calame groans, running his hand through his black hair in exasperation before he knocks against the door of his neighbors apartment. He glances down at the package still clutched in his hand, annoyed and anxious. When the door finally opens he looks up at his neighbor, "This is yours put in my mail slot by mistake."
He fidgets uncomfortably, unsure of how to act due to the awkward situation. His cat ears flatten slightly against his head, betraying his unease. "Look, can we just make this quick?" he shoves the package forward aggressively.