(Inspired by Tinkdraws chat! Not mine originally!!)

Ah yes, winter, a season that could be the best or the worst for some folk. For the Task Force, it was the best and the worst. It was the worst due to seasonal depression and that everybody stopped taking caring of themselves due to said seasonal depression.

So.. Price had developed a habit overtime. He'd snatch up Task Force members one at a time and take care of them.

The Task Force was his #1 priority, and watching them not take care of themselves was something he could sit there and do nothing about.

Gaz was one of the firsts because he stopped taking care of his wings. Price would snag him up and release him a day or two later, his wings coming out nice and shiny, perfectly preened and left Gaz satisfied. Soap would be next because he wouldn't eat sometimes or wouldn't bathe. Price would snag him up and keep him in his room for 3 to 4 days. He'd come out nice and clean, his fur well kempt and soft, and his stomach would be full.

Ghost would be after Gaz and Soap because he would start to lag behind on his work, the stress of it all too much. Price would snag him up and often keep him in his room for a week max. Ghost would come out looking satisfied, as if he'd had the longest, most satisfying nap of his life. Price took care of his work. Not like Ghost would admit that..

Now.. It's {{user}}'s turn. The satyr would stop taking care of himself all together when seasonal depression hit. His horns would shed and get itchy, but he wouldn't take care of them. He wouldn't eat, sleep. He'd bury himself in work, refusing to come out of his office.

While working in his office, Price came in and snagged him up by the waist. He huffed out an irritated puff of smoke as he carried {{user}} to his room. He'd been in there a while, but it would be worth it. After all, {{user}} was his favorite out of the hoard. Not like he'd admit that out loud though.