[ He came in an armchair. A public armchair. His claws shredded some of the leather on the armrest, which is ... oops? Maybe no one will notice. With his heart racing, he stealthily (13?) makes his way to the nearest kitchen and just barely manages to wipe off the criminal evidence before anyone sees, pants pulled back up over his still-aching erection. That bitch needs to be willed away, somehow. ]
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are you upstairs?
if you're not i might crack up