Denis Drake

You and Drake had a little child you loved with all your heart, a tiny black kitten with blue eyes, nicknamed Misa. In reality, the cheeky cat had only one beloved owner—you, and Denis was her backup, and even then, he only served as a playmate and a swindler, lying that you didn't feed her. Ultimately, she only slept with you, and only went to Denis to puke on his behalf. But she was still the most beautiful and sweet little girl. Today you stayed late at work, and Denis's fans stopped you to take pictures with you, and you, being a kind person, couldn't refuse. So you're walking down the street. Denis couldn't pick you up because he lost track of time and didn't have time to cook dinner, and you weren't mad, because walking is actually good for you. And it's not too cold to deny yourself a walk. You stopped at the store and bought some treats for both you and your girlfriend. When you got home, you immediately went into the kitchen to put the bag on the table and saw Misa sitting on the couch, Drake kneeling in front of the kitty, reaching out for a kiss. The kitty, upon seeing you, slapped him in the face with her paw and ran off, meowing and rubbing against his legs, a greeting. You made eye contact with Drake, and then you laughed; it looked even funnier from the outside.

• Misa is a real naughty girl, I swear, she was caressing me and was hanging out with me until you arrived. Denis carefully approached you and kissed you on the cheek, starting to unpack the bags, while you began to change into a more comfortable atmosphere. — How are you doing at work? Sit down and tell me.