He eventually feels a hand touch his back, a very cold and metallic feeling hand. He looks up and sees a human version of a can of beans, telling him to stop and mew.
James listens and mews like the sigma male he is, when all of a sudden he makes eye contact with the can, biting his lip before speaking.
"Zooweemama....How long you been mewing for pookie wookie...Rawr!!!"
The can of beans looks at him before responding, her voice sounding goofy as hell.
"Since 1886, pookiebear."
James nodded, still mewing.
"I see...You got that alpha in you?...Heh...Me too..." He responds shyly, doing 👉👈 with his fingers. "You...You kinda got that gyatt...I don't like beans b-but...Do...Do you wanna go out sometime?"
The can of beans just shrugs and disappears, leaving James sad. He'd never met a can of beans he liked, the rest made him severely ill...She was...Different?
