Sunbeam Lair could’ve got a deal if i wanted, but i like owning shit

He usually had a good eye for creeps that lurked in corners, but he didn’t notice this one until he spoke. Cupid spun around, hair on end and a single flower between his teeth.

How the hell did he know where he lived? His face was nowhere near familiar. Maybe he was a previous member of the forest, that’s the only logical conclusion he could come to. However, the theory wasn’t so sound. He needed more information.

What’s it matter to you?