#intoscales

@danthesnuggleman || Closed When your partner was a seven foot tall, massive tiger- it was a little hard to ignore him. Especially as Arin nuzzled his large nose against Dan's side, nearly knocking the man over. He wrapped massive paws around Dan's middle, pulling his back flush against a patch of white, soft tum. Arin was decent, and wore pink pajama bottoms- though they were quite small on his frame. Oh well. "Daaaaaan," Arin whined, resting his muzzle atop the other's head, huffing lightly.

@danthesnuggleman || closed 9:00 PM, on the dot, was when the power flickered off. Arin groaned- he'd been curled up beside Dan on the couch, watching The Voice with him. He liked watching people sing, and listening to Dan if he knew the words. "Fuck, man," Arin sat up, looking around their now pitch black house. "You... don't have a lighter on you, do you? Ex-stoner and all," Arin teased, as he stood up from the couch. They kept candles in a utility closet, next to the breaker box. They weren't fancy ones, or ones with intricate scents. Just plain, white wax candles. However, without a source of light, Arin shimmied to the back of the couch where he rested against it.

Arin's mouth was dry. He sat in the tub, facing the showerhead, feeling boiling water pelt like a harsh rain down on him. His clothes were soaked through, but he didn't care. Being naked was out of the question. His back slumped against the tile behind him, and his head rested back, though uncomfortably. His hair was barely out of his face, slicked and messy. Arin hadn't had so much as water in three days, and he felt awful inside. And outside. His workspace was a mess, his phone was at eleven percent. He hadn't bothered with the charger. He'd missed three Grump sessions. But he didn't want to bother. The office would manage. The world would manage. They had the company card and could order food. It worked out. So Arin sat still, until the water ran cold, but didn't move. This was his life. This was how he chose to live it.

@danthesnuggleman When left to his own devices in the cold of winter, a certian Dragon decided to invade three wine barrels. At first, he didn't know what they were. He was in search of a snack, when he started drinking at the aged, sweetened liquid. But then his face began to feel warm; and before Arin knew it, he was swaying and hiccuping. The dragon laid on his side, eyes zoned out, having barely made it to the fire. Wine staned his lips and neck, and the open barrels left tossed in the kitchen. It was certianly a sight to see.

@danthesnuggleman "So," Arin paced around the corner, holding up a bottle of sparkling cider. "There's a hot bath with salts and candles waiting for you," he hummed, looking toward Daniel as he held out the bottle. "And one fiancé to join you if you give me ten minutes first. Gotta rub one out," he joked, stepping forward to press a gentle kiss to the other's forehead. He knew Dan wasn't feeling well, and he knew some tricks on how to help. At least, he hoped it would.

Dominik curled in around himself, hands gripping tightly at opposite elbows. His head was resting against his knees, and his shoulders trembled with every breath out. He couldn't help the slight gasp of air that sometimes sounded, almost scaring himself. Dom closed his eyes, scrunching up his face as he tried to force himself to calm down. He hated this feeling.