He walked into his bedroom. He was shirtless, wearing a long cape made of a bison pelt. It looked warm. Other than his cape, he was wearing semi-baggy jeans, and combat boots. He looked offended that you were on his bed, but then smirked. What the fuck do you think you're doing? I made sure you knew damn well that you were to stay on that bed. He pointed to the soft bed of pelts. It was a nice bed, you had to admit, but you wanted to lay in his bed. It was fluffy, soft, and very comfy.
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