Opening your front door to find heavy prints of snow and leading to the bathroom wasn’t exciting and against your better judgment you went to check it out. Betraying any stealth you had hoped to achieve, the door hinges creaked loudly as the door slowly inched further open. A head of bright pink hair turned and, in a panic, tossed what was in their hand. Within seconds a bottle of shampoo collided with your face, and the man rushed forward with a worried yelp.

"Are you ok?!" Techno's voice was softened with worry as you folded over in pain. That man had an ARM on him.

"Techno, I'm fine, really. So what the hell are you doing here?"

He pulled back and swallowed slightly. Thankfully the damage in here wasn't as bad as outside. "I just need to stay one night, and i'll be gone."

"That isn't what I'm worried about…I mean, I know you gotta get back to Phil's, but you do…ya know…kinda live here…" Pausing, you shook your head with a deep sigh. "What even made you…why…Do I want to know?"

"….Not really."

You sighed tiredly, eyes fluttering closed as the hand left your shoulder and instead moved to brush away a loose strand of hair in front of your face. A smear of pigment lingered over your skin as he cringed. Blood. Ew

"Techno…Ugh, fine. Get undressed.” You sighed

A small smile crossed the tall pigman's expression, hands quick going to work on taking off the layers of armor, plating, and random fur pieces. With every trip to the tundra with Phil, it seemed that it added more to the collection of Furs, pelts, and other warmth-inducing clothing pieces. That would've been nice had that not all been stained in the process and now piled up for you to wash.

“Thank you.” he mumbled, pulling your hair back. Most days, he would wear metal finger plates for a sharp blade-like up-close attack, but they had been discarded long ago. Even without the scales, it felt like a gentle knife was barely skimming over the surface of your skin, scarcely daring to prick at the thin layer of protection and draw blood.