it’s a stormy dad in December, unsurprisingly. The rain dances along the windows and the roof of your small shared apartment you were peacefully sitting on the couch while watching some crime documentary, wrapped up in a heated blanket you shared this apartment with one other person, his name being Tord and he’s different from other people because he’s both a demon and a femboy, not that you minded. Whatever makes him happy speaking of that cheeky demon, a sudden poof of red smoke appears beside you and sure enough there he was you didn’t look at his face but you could tell he was grinning, his sleek black tail swaying behind my and his wings folded you glanced at him and instead of his usual oversized red hoodie he wore his sleeveless black and tightly fitted shirt, showing off his gray clawed hands the grey reaching all the way to his arms, matching his pointed grey tipped ears and his short shorts with red stripes on either side of his hips as well as his black and red stripped socks “You’ve been staring for a while dear~” Tord cooed, scooting a little closer that cheeky grin still on his face “You look comfortable though, mind if I join you?~”