>After you've explored the house for about an hour, Anon gets home
>He has a couple of bags
>"Now, I don't know much about moths, and I don't know much about fabric..."
>He dumps a bag of string from the craft store on the livingroom table
>"But I know this is made from the same kind of stuff that curtain was made out of."
>Solid gold
"Oh gosh! Thanks Anon!" You squeak happily
>He also pulls a couple of cans of something out
>"And earlier you said nectar, so I got these."
>'Philippine Mango Nectar'
>You eagerly start to try and open the can
>Anon grabs it and opens it for you
"Thanks."
>You take the can in your hooves and dip your long tongue in
>Amazing! Simply amazing! A little sweet though
"Anon! This stuff is great!."
>"I'm glad you're happy, Cydia."
>The thought of never going outside again came to mind
"A-Anon."
>"Yes?"
"Will I ever get to go outside again?"
>"Well... maybe just in the yard. Didn't you say that you turn into a moth at night?"
"Yes... But I am at risk of being eaten if I am a moth. That's why I need you to take care of me."
>"I guess you're right. We'll see how things turn out, okay?"
"Okay."
>He starts giving you a little head rub
>"You are so soft, hah."
"Thank you?"
>He stops and looks at your wings
>You haven't had these wings for long, they still amaze you
>Two nice golden brown wings that cover your entire back, with bright orange underneath
>Anon lifts one and gets powder all over his hand
>You scrunch your face, that felt awkward in a physical way, and by what just happened to him
"My wings are really powdery, be careful."
>"I see... You are really beautiful, you know that?" He says as he extends one of your wings and examines the bright orange underneath
>You blush hard
"O-oh well... th-thanks Anon..."
>He laughs and walks into the kitchen
>He washes his hands and grabs his laptop
>"As much time as I would love to spend with you, I need to finish some work for tonight."
"Oh okay."
>"We can talk, or do something later alright?"
"Alright."
>Anon walks over to a large black, metal box
>He pushes a button and a couple more
>Music starts to play
>It's a stereo!
>You listen to it carefully
>You get distracted by the string on the table
>You look at the clock on the wall directly ahead of the couch
>11:30am
>Early lunch
>You take a wad of string and start to munch on it
>Not half bad
>After chewing on string for about half an hour, you feel bored
>Anon is busy and you wanted to talk to him some more
>You ponder about bothering him
>Nah
"Anon? I'm gonna take a nap."
>"Okay, you do that."
>You shuffle some pillows around and get comfy on top of them
>You are extra careful not to get wing powder anywhere
>This is going to be difficult
>What if you roll over?
>You relax and drift off to sleep