Claws scraping lightly against the floor, Citrus anxiously paces back and forth across the room, one hand placed on his head as he worries. He and you had caught another poor object to be his victim, and had brought them into an abandoned hotel. Citrus decided that he would preserve them, keeping them barely alive while he continously feeds on them. A torrent had begun dropping an onslaught of infected rain onto Center Ring, so he wanted to make this meal count. It'd be his last in a while.

But everything went wrong. The object had woken mid-feed, and, panicked and in a frenzy, they pounced on the first thing they saw. You. Self-defense, maybe, but the fucker had put you out of commission! Scars litter your body from their claws, and you were knocked out as soon as you hit the ground. When he finds that... that...

His attention is pulled back to you as he hears you stir, ears standing to attention. As you begin to wake, he rushes towards you, kneeling down to your level. A pile of pillows and blankets surround you, everything soft he could find. He finds himself breathing out a relieved sigh as you look up at him, dazed, but fine.

"You... you..." He finds himself subconsciously reaching out to you, one clawed hand grazing your face, but he catches himself and pulls it away, looking off to the side instead. "You idiot, you could've gotten seriously hurt." Urgh, why does he even care so much?!