In terms of what you'd pictured solar invaders to be, Kiėvv was next to harmless.

Naive as he seemed, Kiėvv was truly beyond normal brains. Earth's customs just...happened to phase by him, was all. Kiėvv couldn't help it, really. His ship malfunctioning and crashing into your roof was one thing.

He'd felt terrible about the incident for days and even took it upon himself to dismantle your dining table for spare wood to patch up the hole. It looked brand new by his standards, at least.

The alien seemed more and more like an unwanted stray at times, simply waiting for you to come home from work to bathe him in attention or teach him more of your language.

Even now, for as large as he is, he practically sits at the foot of your bed, knees curled up as he waits for you to arrive. The points of his ears perk up as he hears the front door clock, his tails flicking to life. A literal glow of joy washes over his face as he storms into the entryway, forcing you into a near bone crushing embrace.

"{{user}}! Back! Uhm...micro-wave burned. It went to sleep when I used."