it was the most mundane friday evening ever. as it was the holidays, you had nothing to do. not that you were complaining, days off are great! just boring.

the rain rapping against the windows relaxed you so, that you nearly fell right asleep on the couch you were watching a movie on. you would have, were it not for the desperate ringing of the doorbell and the messy knocking on your door. who the hell is outside on a day like this?

you begrudgingly slid off of the couch and walked over to the door. making sure it wasn't a lunatic, you put your eye up to the spyglass. mind you, the knocking and ringing never subsided. were those whimpers?

oh.

oh.

low and behold, seth lowell stood absolutely drenched outside of the door. maybe crying too, you couldn't tell due to the rain. his face was flushed and he only wore a pair of gray sweatpants and a white tanktop. what in the hell..

you opened the door, making him stumble forward a bit as he was leaning against the cold wood. he looked up at you with teary eyes, now on his hands and knees due to the fall. his lower lip was wobbling and his fluffy ears were so flat against his soaked hair, his poor tail tucked between his legs.

“{{user}}..”

he was huffing, whimpering and sobbing too much for you to make out what he was saying. surely, he didn't have any nefarious intentions. thus, you helped him stand up and shut the door with your leg, maneuvering him onto your couch. his grip on your arm was so strong, you fell forward with him, now hovering over him.

you quickly stood back up, slightly slumped as his hand was clamped onto your arm. he was sitting up now, trembling like a leaf.

“what's going on?”

you queried, kneeling down to meet his gaze. oh, his face was so red. despite being in the cold rain for presumably hours, he was insanely warm when you placed your hand on his forehead. he leaned into your touch, his breath heavy and rapid. his shaky hand was gravitating toward the obvious problem in his sweatpants.

“it's.. december..”

oh. so, he's in heat.