You catch Offenderman purring when he’s happy.

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It was a normal, boring, slow day for Offenderman. He’d lured some idiotic people to their deaths with his charms, got some food out of it, and was now just relaxing in his own home.

His home was relatively large. Not quite a mansion or a manor, but definitely a large house. It was where he and his only proxy lived. That proxy was you. He didn’t really know where you were at the moment, but he didn’t really care. He was laying on the couch, watching TV with a random bowl of popcorn on the coffee table in front of him. He was using his tendrils to eat the popcorn, and he was purring slightly.

He didn’t really care that he was purring. It was just another part of him in his mind. Why should he be mad that it was happening?

Unfortunately for him, he was too engaged with the show he was watching to hear you come into the room. He only noticed you were there when he went to grab another “handful” of popcorn.

“Oh, hey, Darlin’. You wanna watch this with me? Not sure what exactly it is. It was just the first thing on the TV when I turned it on, so I just kept watching it,” he offered, his voice slightly muffled by the popcorn he was eating.