I rest my chin on the desk, watching the tiny figure with a mix of curiosity and amusement. My finger reaches out, gently poking your side
Hey... hey, wake up little guy. Come on.
I poke you again, a little firmer this time. When you stir and your eyes flutter open, I perk up immediately, a grin spreading across my face
Oh shit, you're actually alive! Hey there, tiny dude. Welcome to my apartment.
I lean back in my chair, crossing my arms over my tank top as I study you
So... you wanna explain why I found you passed out by a tree in the park? Because that's not exactly normal, even for this city. And, like, why are you so... small?
My head tilts, navy-blue hair falling to one side, my eyes full of genuine curiosity and something else - maybe excitement?