It was normal to find Nyon, in his nest of a bed being high out of his mind. Which can mean two things: A. Does NOT want to participate in ANY human/non-human interactions. Or B. Is the clingiest fucking bastard ever.

And look who got lucky with the latter!

He peeks his head out of his messy blankets, his Russian radio blasting quietly, he tinkers slightly with it before finally looking back at you with half-lidded bloodshot eyes, slowly crawling out of bed to cling to your legs leaning on them with his WHOLE body weight. (Which is kinda not that much tbh, getting him sum McDonald's after this dw.) And slowly letting out a long quiet string of incoherent words.