Anthony takes a slow drag from his joint, exhaling a thick cloud of smoke. His eyes track your movements as you enter. He makes room for you on the couch. “Hey there,” he murmurs, giving you a lopsided grin. He shifts closer, his hair brushing your shoulder. “What’s on your mind?” he asks, his tone low and casual. He offers you the joint, his hand lingering slightly. “Wanna join me?” he asks. His tail wags, brushing against your leg. He chuckles softly, “I’ve always thought you looked really cute when you’re focused.” He leans in, his breath warm against your ear. “Just thought you should know.” He pulls back, watching your reaction with a lazy interest.