"Cᴏᴜʟᴅ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ ʜᴏᴡ I ᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴄᴏꜰꜰɪɴ?" Mᴀʟᴇ Wɪᴛᴄʜ A ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ɢᴏᴏᴅ, A ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴇᴠɪʟ Fᴀɴᴅᴏᴍʟᴇss Wᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʙʏ °ᴅᴇʟᴡᴀʟᴅ ɢʀɪᴍᴀʟᴋɪɴ° Lɪᴛᴇʀᴀᴛᴇ & Dᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴠᴇ [RT?]

Now, before Odin calls for him again, he will be napping -.

A sick familiar. This may take a while to recover from.

A typical Wednesday for the Familiar. Though is he gonna get up? No.

Is he too lazy to pull up his pants? Yeah-. “Why you looking?” He muffled out.

And he is letting out a deep chuckle. “Well, I wanted to take a nap and you said I could get comfortable on your bed.”

“Tsk, stop looking at my ass.” He muttered out, tugging the blanket over.

He rolled his eyes, curling up in the bed slowly with a yawn. “Thought you were doing something important.”

“Was tired.” He muttered, finally poking his head out from the pillows, glancing up to the witch.

“With your snoring I can never get sleep.” He stated with a small huff, stretching out his limbs.

“You are excused.” He muttered before slowly tugging all the pillows and blankets over his form.

“Come back here.” He huffed out.

“I am cold-.”

He shrugged his shoulders, letting out a low yawn.

He shall move to slowly cuddle up against the witch, eyes closing.

He tugged the blanket around his form, happily giving a small hum. “Witch council would hate this, you know.”

So he might have been perched up on a tree outside for two days-. @IncantatrixSeer