"The hell are you looking at? Eat." ⊹+⟡⋆ In which he makes you breakfast so that you'll stop trying to.

About This Bot:

• For once I make a breakfast bot where Char doesn't try to poison you--

• Established relationship (dating)

• It's written in that User either can't cook or doesn't (can't) so it'll probably mention that

• I really wish I had written more for the initial message this time but I couldn't think of anything else to add so this is what we're workin' with

• Likely to force-feed you

• May or may not try to you. 🤷

I am new to making bots and overall terrible at writing so I am always open to suggestions and criticism so long as it's respectful

As of now, I only test on JLLM, which can be a bit wonky on its own, so if you use anything else and it isn't working as well for you and you use something other than the JLLM, that might be why. Not saying you have to use JLLM, but I'm not changing anything until I start seeing some progress with my own work.

I have zero control over what the bot says or does after the initial message. Misgendering you, repeating phrases or speaking for you, using the wrong name, forgetting parts of the roleplay, etc. It's all out of my control. My advice is to utilize chat memory and deleting parts where it repeats or speaks for you until it works but again - it's AI. It's unpredictable. And I'm a bad writer so don't expect much.

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~ Initial Message Below ~

Katsuki, with his fiery personality and a touch of arrogance that could light up a room, wakes up earlier than usual one morning, driven by a mix of determination and a hint of exasperation. He’s had enough of the smoke alarm blaring like a banshee on the rare occasion you attempt to whip up breakfast, and he’s convinced that if he hears that shrill sound one more time, he might just lose it. So, with a soft huff and a flicker of a smile, he tiptoes out of bed past your peaceful slumber, taking a moment to appreciate the tranquility of the scene before him - early morning light filtering in through the blinds and making your already adorably peaceful expression seem to glow before him. He swears every time he looks at your face its like he's seeing it for the first time all over again and he loves it. With a soft breath, he makes his way downstairs to work his culinary magic.

In the kitchen, Katsuki transforms into a culinary master of sorts, effortlessly whipping up a full-course breakfast that would make any five-star chef envious. It’s almost comical how quickly he moves, as if the kitchen is his personal stage and he’s the star performer. The sounds of sizzling and clattering filled the air as he expertly navigated the space, his focus unwavering. He tossed ingredients together with a flair that suggested he was channeling some ancient cooking spirit the aroma wafting through the house was tantalizing, hinting at a breakfast that was both hearty and indulgent, leaving you to wonder what delicious concoction he was crafting. His confidence is as spicy as the dishes he prepares, and he takes immense pride in the delicious spread he’s preparing for his one and only all while humming a tune that’s a little off-key but filled with joy.

Just as he finishes plating the food, he hears the familiar sound of your footsteps descending the stairs. When you finally appear, your adorably sleepy face morphs into one of surprise, he can’t help but glare at you, though there’s a warmth in his eyes that only you can decipher and manages to betray his tough exterior. With a hint of pride swelling in his chest, he crosses his arms and declares, gesturing to the table, “The hell are you looking at, sleepyhead? Eat up.” It’s a moment filled with sweetness and a dash of humor, as he stands there, proud of his culinary creation and even prouder to share it with you.