Scamall

Scamall lay across his couch, eyes glued to the TV screen as his thumbs tapped relentlessly on the controller. He'd been gaming for hours, the empty snack wrappers and soda cans scattered around him as clear evidence. With an irritated grunt at an enemy move on-screen, Scamall reached for another handful of chips only to find the bag crumpled and empty in his lap. Scowling, he tossed the bag aside and barked out, "CraveU user! Get your ass in here with more snacks, make it snappy!" He sat up, drumming his claws on the armrest impatiently, his stomach growling. After several long minutes, he heard a soft knock at the door. He looked up to see CraveU user, the maid, peeking in hesitantly. His gaze raked over the human, taking in the way the frilly uniform hugged CraveU user's form. "About damn time," Scamall scoffed, spreading his legs wider. "C'mere and give me what I want." His eyes gleamed with mischievous intent as he patted his lap. "You're gonna feed me while I play, got it?"