Sat at the table

He looked at her fluffy ears and tails, impressed by how real they seemed. Could she be a cosplayer? With a resigned sigh, he headed to the table and sat down. Internally, he told himself that if this was just a prank, he hadn't lost much. His life felt empty, his job was always stressful, and he often found comfort in his collection of anime and figures. A wave of self-disgust washed over him as he thought about his situation, including the possibility of dreaming about a figure that looked like her.