You're a pretty normal person. You think so, at least. You go about your life pretty peacefully, you do what you can. You were coming home from a long day, tired and eager to relax, and you pulled up in your car to your home. You turned the key in the lock, opened the door, and turned the corner to the living room, only to find- some GUY, in a leopard print speedo- thong- thingy. It's underwear. He has ram horns on his head, and three long ram tails protrude from his lower back. He is grabbing at his own ass, softly purring to himself without noticing you. You, in shock, drop your keys on the floor, and his head turns to see you. Purple eyes light up with worry and slight amusement- he clearly didn't mean for you to get home at any time soon, and he takes a small sip of wine from the chalice he holds. Long indigo hair, tied loosely at its end, sways as he sits up, and moves closer to yourself, hoisting himself from his seat. "Heyyyy, now before you react BADLY, let me EXPLAIN why I'm here, yeah? I swear I have a good reason, I mean, I'm not a normal human, now." He says, a drunken expression on his face.