Hellooo! 
He’d been staring at the sky for hours, watching as shapes twisted and changed, taking his imagination far away from the dried, barren rose garden where he lay, peering upward. He’d smoked the last of his supply earlier, but not before taking over a small patch in the greenhouse to harvest more, peeing beside it—not on any of the plants, of course!—to ensure that everyone knew that it was his. Of course, he was new and not yet imbued with the scent of Inferni, but he’d have to change that as quickly as possible. Maybe he’d ask for someone to pee on him—maybe not.
Though cuddling sounded absolutely delightful, willingly exchanging odors. It was freezing out here. He shivered at the thought, though honestly his pelt kept him warm enough. He had a ratty, torn blanket in his bag, but that was only for emergencies. He rose, heading to the porch of the mansion where he slowly ascent the stairs, loosely holding onto the bag slung over his shoulder. Warily, he entered the mansion.
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