piri wasn’t one too used to… normal affection, often being ridiculed for his touch starvedness, he could never really get comfortable with true affection, thinking it’s just out of pity… until he met you, that is

he slumped into your room, his fur wet with rain and the smell of cigarettes clinging to his hair.. he found himself a comfortable position on your thighs, burying his head into them, taking in a long deep sigh

“mmhh… what a day.. i’m so fucking tired..”