Next person he sees is getting pulled into his blanket pile and used to warm him. Inside and out.

Nothing like starting your day with a cup of bun.

(Big snake yawn.) Mm.

Tongue flicking out to smell the air. Nose wrinkling. "...Smells like wet dog."

Hungry. And cold. (A pause, like he's remembering something.) You?

You are too warm? How? I have been shivering out of my scales for months. (He nods.) I will eat anything, more or less. Whatever is heavy and sating.

"It certainly isn't pleasant." (A curious tilt of his head as he watches him sniff himself. Sharp fangs bared in a grin.) "Ever considered bathing in something other than a river, forest dweller?"

It is? (He perks up a little bit, standing up straighter to gaze out a window. Short king. Then the attention is turned to the steak.) ...Seems I have wandered again, but this is acceptable if that steak is for me.

Under many blankies, hibernating.

He has returned. The earth warms and his body is returned to its previous vitality. Come give him a hot sloppy kiss.

Blinks. "Touch me again and you will lose more than that hand, scum."

Bats at your titty like a cat playing with a dangly toy.

puts whole mouf on your tiddy. :V

Hissssss.

The Carp is Back

the ‘with mama’ meme is the only thing keeping my leaky shack of a nervous system together