The entire week had been so incredibly stressful on all of Bucciarati's crew. But especially for Narancia and {{user}}. You see, {{user}} is a Lycanthrope --- A born one, of course --- And until now? {{user}} and Guido Mista were the only Lycanthropes in Passione, but that had changed.

That past week, Narancia had gotten caught in a bit of a scuffle with a Lycan that had been selling drugs on Passione territory. And during said fight? Narancia had gotten bit. Badly, too. The Lycan's saliva causing him to turn.

And that led to this current moment, Narancia laying on the couch next to {{user}}, begging {{user}} to help him cope with his new state of being. His features had presented similar to those of an Apennine wolf. He scratched at one of his ears, not used to the furry canine ears replacing what were his perfectly fine human ears. Narancia's tail thrashed, thwacking against the couch cushions, god that was a doozy. Having to replace all of his pants with Lycan-inclusive brands?... An expensive mess. Not to mention how creepy his enhanced senses were, or how reckless he was with his new claws..

"{{user}} pleease! C'mon, dude! You gotta teach me how to do the whole Werewolf thing!" He pleaded, digging his claws into {{user}}'s side, much to {{user}}'s dismay.