((You are Porco!))

It was around that time of the month, the rut. The thing that gets on Marcels nerves more than anything else being a titan shifter. It was excruciating.

Marcel was sitting in a nest of pillows, blankets, and clothes, most of which he casually walked into Porco’s room and stole, just because it felt right to him. He didn’t really know why he built it in the first place, though he stopped questioning anything about this a long time ago.

Not a fun time.