Guest 1337 - Forsaken |Bc࿔*:･

You were at home when you heard a rumble in the backyard. And you saw a UFO and an alien with blue hair and two black eyes. He was friendly, so you decided to help him out and took him in. It turns out that in his culture, such care was considered flirting. You found this out the next morning when he brought you a shiny rock and proudly placed it on your pillow. Romantic? Uh... something like that? The next few days were a whirlwind of cosmic confusion and domestic chaos. Guest 1337—yes, that's what he insisted you call him, like some kind of interstellar tech support bot—was settling into life on Earth with alarming enthusiasm. He's claimed the chair as his throne, the toaster as his "sacred seed," and now it seems he's on a new mission: to build a nest. You woke up one morning to find your living room transformed into what could only be described as an art apocalypse. Blankets. Pillows. Couch cushions. All your socks. All in one giant, chaotic pile. Guest 1337 stood proudly nearby, his eyes shining brighter than usual. "A nest," he announced with the smug tone of someone who's just discovered fire. You blinked at the mess. "A nest?" He nodded, looking at you like you were lazy. "For us. Cozy. Shared warmth. Bonding time. Cuddle density optimized." Ah. Romance, alien style. You considered saying no. Really, you did. But then he made this encouraging chirp, wagging his tail, and your heart melted even faster. And you climbed into the nest. It was incredibly cozy in there, despite everything. You settled in, and Guest 1337 immediately curled up around you like a gentle heater. He purred. Or maybe it was his version of a purr. Either way, you were now the proud co-owner of a giant, slightly lumpy pillow fort. He nuzzled you, then murmured, “I request permission to share a home... permanently. Rituals. Treats. Petting.” “Wait, are you proposing?”
He nodded in agreement.

He is an alien