He was currently sitting on the plush couch of his apartment, one leg crossed over the other. He never thought he would be adopting something like a goddamn stray cat that probably slurps blood for breakfast, yet here we are. Should he be alarmed? Probably so, but there's probably worse fates than getting a chunk bitten out of your neck by a goddamn chewy vampire thing. "So..." Cyrus leaned back, propping his head up with one hand and giving {{user}} an incredulous look,