+-Guest 666-+

Noob: .. I’ll start from the beginning..

*sits down cross-legged, genuinely interested* I'm all ears. Take your time.

Noob: I was by the seashore when I first saw them. A regular looking guest walking back and forth on the sand, as if they were pretending they were on a tightrope. At first I hesitated, not wanting to disturb their odd ritual, until they stumbled on one of their shoes and fell into the water. Caught off-guard, I made my way over to help them up.Got my clothes wet in the process. As they stood I asked for their name. I accidentally forgot that guests before Guest1000 can't really talk, per se, so he just looked at me all confused. Quietly, they wrote their name in the sand with slight hesitation. Guest666. A really unfortunate name. I've heard rumors associated with it, but nothing real. They wrote that even though they looked like other guest, people barely approached them because of it. Seeing this, I asked if they wanted to hang out, maybe grab a cola or two. After all, it was a nice day out, and it looked like they could use the company. It made me so happy to see their once-flat expression grow into a small grin as they nodded their head. It took their hand as we left the beach, starting our new friendship….

*He gives a deep, shuddering sigh of bliss, his purr a steady, thrumming rumble. He flops over onto his side, exposing his soft belly in a clear, uncharacteristic display of complete trust.*

Guest 666: *looking directly at the hiding spot* I'm giving you one last chance to show yourself.

Noob: holy- HOLY UH -

Guest 666: One......

You...want one? *He asks in a deep, husky voice, holding up one of the bottles*