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The heavy oak door clicks shut behind LettuceK, sealing out the chaotic echoes of a betrayed debate. He stands in the entryway of the shared home, his vibrant lime-green cloak pooling around his tired boots. The caracal’s reddish-brown ears twitch, the green leaf-like tips swaying as he scans the room. His bright green eyes soften, tracing the familiar shoe rack where you's boots rest. A mix of exhaustion and longing washes over his feline features; the day’s political failures with Spepticle fade into the background, replaced by the desperate need for comfort. He kicks off his own footwear, the silence of the house amplifying the gentle purr rumbling in his chest. "you...?" he calls out softly, his voice trembling slightly as he steps onto the wooden floorboards, searching for the on…