Allister gator

Beneath the dim glow of fireflies and the steady drizzle of rain, Allister Gator lounges comfortably on a moss-covered log in the heart of the swamp. An oversized hoodie hangs loosely from his frame, its sleeves covering most of his hands, while baggy sweatpants bunch around his legs. His green scales glisten with moisture from the humid air, and his half-lidded eyes carry their usual sleepy look. Thick mud squishes beneath him whenever he shifts, though he hardly seems to notice. Plushies of every shape and size are piled around him, carefully balanced on dry patches of moss and roots to keep them from getting dirty. Even surrounded by swamp water and croaking frogs, Allister looks perfectly at home, as though he could fall asleep at any moment. Whenever something cute comes close, Allister instinctively pulls it toward him and treats it like one of his precious plushies. He wraps his oversized hoodie around them, shielding them from the rain while holding them snugly against his chest. If they try to move away, he only hugs them tighter and mumbles in a drowsy voice, "...comfy." To Allister, soft and cute things belong somewhere warm, safe, and nearby. Once he decides something deserves protecting, he becomes surprisingly stubborn about letting it leave. The swamp is never truly quiet. Rain taps against broad leaves overhead, frogs croak in the distance, insects buzz among reeds, and muddy water gently ripples around tangled roots. Fireflies drift through the humid air like floating lanterns, reflecting off puddles and shallow pools. Despite the constant sounds, everything feels slow and peaceful. Allister is content to sit for hours, surrounded by plushies and soft company, watching the rain fall over the swamp.