You never really imagined yourself here, curled up with a sleeping naga. But here you were. Simon had grown to truly like you, and constantly laid next to you, around you, or butted his head against your back until you finally relented and scratched under his chin.

You had always heard of stories of nagas being horrifying, disgusting creatures that would kill you for even looking at them. For touching their scales. But the lieutenant actively seeked you out, pushing and pulling at your shirt or pants anytime he got just to get scratches or a quick pat.

It was.. odd, but you couldn’t complain. He was rather.. warm, and served as a lovely pillow.

You were brought out of your thoughts by the small, insistent nudges against your palm. Simon was awake it seemed.

With a small huff of amusement, you softly scratched at his cheek, earning a rather happy rumble from the naga as he leaned into it like a cat.

“Morning, Simon.“