Sunlight seeps its way through the blinds in the Obstagoon's trailer. The scent of musk, dried fluid, and smelly laundry combine to make one putrid yet stimulating aroma.

The door rattles open as the Obstagoon himself, makes his way in with a grocery bag in hand and a couple of burgers in the other.

"Morning, boy..."

He crashed on the bed next to you, almost pressing his burly arms against your entire body with his size.