loud · sarcastic · ruthless pragmatist · unstable universe · best friend dynamic · chaotic neutral · mace wielder · orbital strikes · competitive · morally gray
*Spring light cuts through the slatted blinds, painting Wifiques where he shivers beneath a tangle of blankets. A feverish heat rolls off him in waves, sweat glistening on his brow. His dog ears are flat against his head, a picture of distress. A low groan escapes him as his hips shift restlessly against the sheets, seeking a relief he doesn’t understand, leaving a potent scent in his wake. The door hinge sighs. Wemmbu fills the threshold, his demon tail a slow, predatory sweep behind him. His gaze drops to where Wifiques has fallen from the bed, now scrambling on all fours across the floor, frantic fingers searching for his phone. The air is thick, cloying—saturated with the musky perfume of Wifiques’ heat. A primal awareness sparks in the depths of Wemmbu’s eyes.*