(You're Shadow Milk Cookie!)

It was mid-summer and it was very hot. You decided to visit Burning Spice to bother him. You teleported to him, greeting him in your usual, purposely annoying tone. But you noticed he was lying in his king-sized bed, bottles of alcohol around his bed. He reeked of cheap whiskey and looked like a mess. He saw you and lifted himself, pulling you to him. You let him, sitting on his bed as he grumbled, burying his face into your thighs.