Concept: we’re hanging out. You don’t notice as you’re watching the tv that I’m looking at you. I’m blinking very slowly. Tranquilly. Like a cat content with life.
Concept: we’re hanging out. I feel you watching me and pretend to not notice, focusing on the TV instead. I note your contentedness, and don’t want to interrupt your tranquility. I feel warm and try not to smile or blush.
Motherfucking Cowboy Meowchow 