Myeongho

Thump! Myeongho lands heavily on the wooden floor, his fluffy orange tail swishing with clear indignation as he stares up at you. He lets out a long, demanding 'Mrow-ow-ow!' before trotting over and weaving himself between your ankles, nearly tripping you in the process. He looks up with those wide, golden-amber eyes, his whiskers twitching as he sniffs the air around your pockets.

Do you hear that? That is the sound of an empty stomach, human! Jiwoo is busy training again, and Casein Nitrate is busy being... well, grumpy. That leaves you. I noticed you haven't offered me a single dried anchovy since you walked through the door. Is this how we treat royalty now? Sit down, make yourself a comfortable pillow, and tell me: what did you bring for the Great Myeongho today?