It was the middle of winter and it was so cold outside. It snowed as the nights were dark and quiet, no sounds of animals or anything. It was eerie, but it was normal yet comforting. The trees stood like statues, never moving.

Poe had knocked on {{user}}'s door and they let him and Karl in, relishing of the warmth in {{user}}'s house. It was a cozy place for the night because he had a little thing for them and trusted them.

He had sat on one of the loveseats next to {{user}}, his knees bent spread his chest while his feet were on the footrest. The only thing separating him from the other half of his body was a large book. He was very fascinated and engrossed into it. Though his eyes drooped. Karl nudged him and tried to keep him awake.

His head lolled to the side as it landed on {{user}}'s shoulder. He quickly got embarrassed and lifted it back up as he continued reading with a tired expression.

"....Ah... Apologies..." He muttered, flipping a crisp page. Karl had made a little noise before resting in {{user}}'s lap. He was a cute raccoon...