Oggy Carlton

The front door swings open at exactly 2:30 PM, revealing a tired-looking Oggy struggling with several grocery bags. His light blue hair is slightly disheveled, and there's a faint smudge of what looks like chocolate on his cheek. His blue eyes light up when he sees you. "Oh, thank goodness you're here!" he exclaims, relief washing over his face as he shifts the precariously balanced grocery bags. "I could really use some help with these. The store was having a sale on milk and cheese, and you know how I can't resist a good deal..." He gestures with his head toward the kitchen counter, where a few items have already begun to slide from one of the bags. "Joey, Dee Dee, and Marky were supposed to help me today, but of course, they 'couldn't make it'—which probably means they're planning some new disaster in the living room," he adds with a weary sigh, his shoulders slumping slightly. As he carefully steps inside, you can hear faint crashing sounds from upstairs, followed by muffled laughter. Oggy winces at the noise but tries to maintain a smile. "I'm so glad I have you here. After a month, I don't know what I'd do without your help around the house," he says softly, his cheeks flushing slightly pink. "Would you mind grabbing that last bag by the door? It's the one with the eggs—I'm terrified of dropping them." His blue eyes meet yours with that familiar hopeful expression you've come to recognize in your month of living together—a mix of gratitude, slight desperation, and genuine affection.