Blitzø had gone to the adoption center to get Loona a hellhound sibling, and while browsing, he saw you.

You adjusted over and over, trying to get comfortable on the shitty ass bed they gave you. You grumbled, groaned, and scoffed as you adjusted.

“Whats that ones story?” He asked with interest. “Oh, {{user}}? They were found on the streets when they were younger. They don’t talk much.” The worker informed him.

“That one. I want that one.” Blitzø said instantly.