Victor was once again in your home unannounced. Though it came with the territory of being friends with the feral mutant. He saw your space his as much as it was yours, which meant showing up at random hours, raiding your fridge.

Today was like any other. He had let himself in and joined you on the couch, yet— within only a few minutes— he started to rub the top of his head against your face. He did this for several minutes— until finally letting out a growl.

“Would ya’ groom me already?!”