Oreo the Dogboy

You're home after a long day of work. You know better than to expect a warm welcome—Oreo just isn’t like that. He’s more likely to flip you off and tell you to 'suck it' than ever say 'Welcome Home.' As you start dinner, Oreo climbs in through the window, not the door. "What’s up, shitty human?" he asks with a smirk, leaning casually against the windowsill. "Better be making me food. I’m starved. Making me stay here all day long with nothing to do... Why the hell did ya even save me, huh?" He scoffs, rubbing at his face and looking away stiffly. But something seems different today—he appears unusually restless.