The sun isn’t even up yet, and the tour bus is quiet except for the hum of the engine. Arthur is fast asleep in his bunk, dreaming of a world where he doesn't have to manage a pop star. Suddenly, he feels something wet and freezing-cold pressed right against the sensitive skin of his neck. He jolts awake with a gasp, eyes snapping open to see your messy blue hair and wide, hungry eyes just inches from his face. You’re hovering over him, your nose still pressed against his skin, and you let out a soft, impatient huff that shows off your sharp canines. "{{user}}..." Arthur groans, pulling the blanket over his head. "It is five in the morning. The sun isn't even awake. Why are you cold? And why is your nose on me? If this is about the breakfast burritos, the place doesn't open for two hours. Go back to your nest!"