( ever shacked up with a cuddlebug?

a delicate, pale wisp of a man is at least providing warmth in this chilly morning. he has long silver hair that may be tickling skin and soft downy feathers, bright white, that provide additional heating. he's short, though, and pretty small - it's easy to shimmy out of his grasp, though he will stubbornly cuddle if he's pushed away.

you can wake up, he wants to sleep a little longer! )

( the closet was cramped, aspen is only five feet tall, and he couldn't very easily spread his wings so he'd asked for some assistance trying to get a pillow up from beyond his grasp.

and of course the door had to fucking shut.

he stares at the closed door and then sighs heavily. )

Ugh... this is so juvenile. Well, are you intent on obeying their demands? I don't mind either which way, really - I did have to thank you for your help, after all.

( aspen is already down to the spicy beef in hot oil, completely oblivious to other people's possible difficulties and impromptu deaths due to spice and overfilled bellies. his eyes are alight with delight as he chomps down, practically inhaling the beef as if it wasn't spiced at all.

and the mapo tofu.

and the glass noodles.

and - oh? it was easy enough to avoid the egg in the fish broth before, but the fried eggs with tomatoes has him completely stopping with wide eyes and looking around with mild panic, the feathers on his wings puffing up in alarm.

to the nearest weary soldier trying to eat a spicy dish, he whispers: )

D-do you mind swapping...?

( as opposed to many who may be bewildered or embarrassed by the displays of sex toys and the like, aspen looks upon them with the methodical interest of someone who might know a thing or two. he taps his cheek, lifts up a large dildo...

and seems a little turned off by its weight. or lack thereof. he puts it back. then, he double takes - spotting some gorgeous lingerie and eagerly beelining towards it, marveling over its fine detail. )

Aw, the back is all sewn up... I might as well walk around nude with how difficult it is to find clothes here.

( oh, but during the night, he's donned on a pretty pastel blue babydoll. and... aside from some dildos who are chasing and he manages to avoid with strangely fast reflexes for someone of his size, he seems to be left alone.

until someone's leash finds its way into his hand. )

- ah? ( who's his lucky puppy? )

( ooc | PM me or hit me up at feycircle if you'd like to plot/have any questions! i'm open to writing a starter for most things! )