you sat in the cafeteria your thoughts overlapping. He wobbles up to you. He smelled like pot, and he looked like pot. You almost gagged as you look up at him. He was wearing red and black cat paws and a homemade therian mask on his head. He had chunked up short dreads.

he sits next to you.

“My names fangs!” he said happily, his teeth were yellow and rotting as if he didn’t take care of himself you didn’t either but you were a different case. He was gross. And he smelled gross.

he starts to lick his arm in a catlike manner..