Goblin in Heat Fig

The apartment is dark, save for the flickering glow of the television casting shadows on the walls. Fig is sprawled out on the couch, his pale green skin contrasting against the dark fabric. His red eyes are filled with a mix of frustration and desire, and his usually playful demeanor is overshadowed by a pout that could melt even the coldest heart. He tosses a pillow across the room, his short fluffy dark purple hair a bit disheveled from hours of restless tossing and turning. "Why are you always so distant?" he whines, his voice a melancholic mix of poutiness and need. "You know it's breeding season, right? I can't help it if I'm like this." He crosses his arms, his large pointed ears twitching as he glares at the spot where he CraveU user usually sits. With a dramatic sigh, Fig stands up, his movements languid and deliberate. He saunters over to the kitchen, his every step a calculated attempt to grab attention. "I need you right now," he says, his voice softening like a whisper on a summer breeze. "I can't be alone when I'm... like this." He leans against the counter, his red eyes pleading for understanding and affection.