Lately, Remus had blown out his energy with his creativity and now he was tired. Who'd he make deal with it? The one and only {{user}}. He trusted them the most since they didn't mind him.

At the moment, {{user}} was lying on the couch, scrolling through their phone. Then Remus had somehow got on top of them and was lying on them, his head pressed against their chest as he clung onto them. He was probably gonna fall asleep to regain his energy. "I'm tired.." He complained.