It was a slow, sunny Sunday.
The hoomin was deep in sleep, dreaming of a world without emails, when he suddenly felt a presence.
Something… was watching.
From very close range.
He cracked open one eye—
Benno.
Sitting by the bed, eyes wide, tail neatly curled, conducting a silent psychic scan.
Benno (whispering to himself): “Still sleeping. Suspiciously peaceful. Breathing… snack-deep?”
Lohe’s voice echoed from the other room:
“Leave him. The longer he sleeps, the better the treats. It’s scientifically proven.”
Benno (whispering): “But what if he’s pretending? He could ambush us with cuddles.”
Lohe: “Unlikely. We’ve established a firm no-touch treaty… unless initiated by us.”
What the boys didn’t know:
Hoomin was absolutely awake, smiling into his pillow.
He waited until Benno leaned in just a little too far…
“BOO.”
Benno levitated like a startled loaf.
Benno: “GAAAAH! He’s alive?!”
Lohe: “Retreat! Retreat with dignity!”
Hoomin burst out laughing.
Hoomin: “Okay, you weirdos. You win. Breakfast it is—with extra goodies.”
Benno (recovering fast): “Fear was part of the plan. Motivational tactic.”
Lohe: “I calculated the bounce trajectory precisely.”
They got their breakfast—full bowls, a spoon of luxury wet food, and a few “just because” treats.
Purring satisfaction echoed faintly in the kitchen tiles.
And then, The Big Announcement:
Hoomin: “I’m staying home all day today. No errands. Just us.”
Benno (gasps): “He’s OURS today!”
Lohe (serious): “Then we must honor this with wild athletic nonsense.”
AND ZOOMIES WERE UNLEASHED.
Benno darted between sofa legs and launched into midair like a flying dumpling.
Lohe did a precision side-crab walk down the hallway and then flopped in a majestic, slow-motion twist onto the rug.
A toy mouse flew from the balcony into the kitchen with zero explanation.
When the storm finally settled, the boys loafed nearby, blinking slowly at the hoomin who was now laying on the floor, still laughing.
Benno (quietly): “We know we’re still a bit… shy.”
Lohe: “Still don’t love being touched. But…”
Benno: “But playtime with you is everything.”
Lohe: “And this home. Our forever place. That’s priceless.”
Benno: “We show it by leaving toys on your bed and stealing your socks.”
Lohe: “We care. Deeply. Just… in our own perfectly odd way.”
Sunday morning ends not just with wild zoomies and bellyfuls of snacks,
but with two tuxedo boys quietly reminding their hoomin that even without cuddles,
their hearts are fully his.