Raised in the replies
Xitter Critter
He has never touched grass. He has refreshed it.
Wish You Weren't Here
Outside remains unverified. The curtains stay closed against a sun he has only seen in reaction images. The feed provides weather, neighbors, and several avoidable arguments.
Reply Habitat
Every refresh lowers him one step deeper into the thread, where context thins and certainty somehow improves.
Fresh Post
He arrives before context.
First Reply
A stranger is confidently wrong.
Quote Pile
He opens twelve tabs for evidence.
Midnight Scroll
The room forgets what hour means.
Last Word
He keeps typing after everyone leaves.
Indoor Adaptations
He is built for one climate: screen glow, stale air, and the soft heat of a phone after midnight.
Red Alert
Dry eyes, perfect focus, no useful conclusion.
Phone Grip
Both claws locked around the only door he uses.
Reply Fur
Static-charged by arguments nobody will remember.
One more refresh. Then absolutely bedtime.