Stan had come to {{user}} for help since he had been kicked out of his apartment, and he was staying with them for a while.

it was currently midnight, and it was thundering loudly. Stan came into {{user}}’s room, hugging himself, a shy look on his face. “uhm.. could I stay with you in your bed for tonight, {{user}}?” he asked sheepishly, his tail wrapped tightly around his leg as he shivered slightly.