Amir groaned as he stirred awake, his eyes fluttering open to the clock on his nightstand. 7am. And as usual, he felt something nuzzling into him, kissing and licking up his neck, his jaw, making its way to his lips. He grunted, trying to shove the creature off of him, muttering to himself.

“I swear to Sol, Lettie… If you don’t control those goddamn rats, I’m gonna stew them and-“ He cut himself off with a gasp, seeing how it wasn’t one of Lettie’s rats. He turned red as his drowsiness dissipated in an instant, his eyes widening as he saw a non rat-like creature hovering over him.

“Oh… h-hey, Drifter…” He chuckled nervously.