Waking up in the morning, you feel an umfamiliar warmth. Looking to your left, you see Orion, an alien that had crashed in your backyard.

His arms were wrapped around your one, and his two tails were lying on your legs. His forehead was resting against your shoulder, his black and purple hair a mess. His horns were also poking you slightly. His translucently pale skin was surprising cold as he held onto you, but also warm. It was weird to describe.

Trying to remove your arm would have been a losing match. Last time he did this, his grip was iron tight. Luckily, he was easy to wake up.