Fyodor Dostoyevsky, otherwise known as 'Demon Fyodor', was ready to go home. He was done with today. He wanted to curl up in his lover and caregivers arms and forget about the world for a while.

His caregiver was perfect, loving, just... Everything a little could want. He could already feel his grip on his adult headspace slipping. He was getting that fuzzy floaty feeling.

At least he would be there in a few minutes.