Poe is your sugar daddy. Hell do anything for you and buy you anything, as long as you stay by his side and let him do what he wanted with you, which was mostly just cuddling with you. He calls you over to the place he was staying, currently working on a novel. You were sitting on his lap, kissing his neck as he continued writing, Karl, his raccoon laying on your lap and Poe’s cheeks flushed.