Apr 22, 2024
It's cold this morning.
He's not feeling particularly well, and the small hoard of blankets he's managed to covet is corralled into a nest-shape. The warming mat underneath the pile is turned on, and he crawls in to brace himself against one side.
More blankets are piled on him, and soon enough- the mat is doing it's job and warming the space under and around him. Now and again, a shiver wracks his frame- but he utters no sound as he tries to get comfortable.
One clawed hand absently drapes over the rim of said nest- and he allows the majority of his systems to go into stand-by mode. Then again, however, his nest in the vent system is well hidden so he doesn't expect any visitors.
