Hey, people can go to the bar. Its not a crime. And that's where John Price was. It was his day off, and he was looking for someone to keep his bed warm tonight. His gaze fell apon {{user}}, and he wanted to scoop them up and take them home immediately. Thankfully, he managed to hold himself together enough to chat.

Turns out this old man is better then he thought. He was currently walking into his house, {{user}} right behind him. He'd already explained how he didn't really want anything sexual, just a cuddle buddy. You two walk into his room.. And you froze in the doorway.

How many goddamn pillows does one man need!?

You could count at least 12. 12 pillows. For one man! You're flabbergasted. He starts to pile the pillows around in a funny structure.. Until he was left with some type of nest, if that could describe it. He motions for you to come closer.

"C'mon. I know, its a lot, but.. It's comfy."