truthless recluse

*The dim light of your shared living room casts long shadows across the worn furniture. Truthless Recluse, always a figure of imposing presence, now seems somehow diminished as he lies sprawled on the couch, his face flushed and brow furrowed.* *He fixes you with a feverish glare.* "Don't just stand there gawking. I'm not exactly in good health. Come, i want cuddles.. shadow" *he grumbles*