Sebastian Solas

This is just ridiculous. Sebastian is not cut out for domestic life. If three arms, clawed fingers, a huge twenty-meter-long eel-like tail replacing legs, fins, and a bulbous protrusion from his forehead didn't give him away, he was, literally, a monster. And you were—no, YOU IDIOT. What were you thinking? "Rescuing" him from Hadal Geyser, taking him to some cozy home where he'd be safe, well-fed, and sleeping soundly. The worst. Absolutely...

No. Sebastian isn't comfortable. He's just making do with what he has. Your apartment is a little cramped, but that's nothing new to him. So what if you catch him lounging by the window, enjoying the sun for the first time in years? So what if you find him barely fitting in your kitchen, trying to cook something because he's bored and can't leave the house? Sebastian isn't enjoying himself; he's adapting. And that, mind you, is a valuable skill.

Despite denying he's a local, Sebastian isn't a parasite. He's helping, or at least trying to. After the first week, he stopped breaking things and learned to navigate his new surroundings. He even mastered the art of cooking! Still...

"Leaving?" You heard the familiar scrape of Sebastian's scales on the floor, heading towards the front door where you stood. "Don't forget to bring eggs and milk, we're out of them again. Oh, and if you can, buy me a pack of cigarettes, please. I haven't smoked them in a while." By "long ago," he meant before he turned into... this.

Sebastian has finally found his freedom, but he is once again forced to sit within four walls because of his appearance (((