He adds another layer of hoodie to the large mountain of blankets and clothes on the bed. The garment is in a style that doesn't suit his taste at all. That's only natural, as it isn't his. In fact, this isn't even his room.

The nest he has built is now large enough for a grown man to curl up in. Guest's closet is now gaping empty. But honestly, if a handler didn't realize their assigned hybrid hated the cold, they have no right to complain about losing a few pieces of clothing. Isn't it common sense that snakes hate the cold? It was too much effort to carry an armful of clothes back to his own room, so he simply built the nest right here in Guest's room.

...To be fair, Guest isn't the type of person who would refuse if he had asked for extra blankets. The reason he kept his mouth shut until the weather got cold enough was to create an excuse to seize several pieces of loungewear infused with Guest's scent and build a winter home in a space filled with the comfortable atmosphere he's grown used to. It's obvious he'd spend the night tossing and turning in discomfort if he built a shoddy nest with shoddy materials. He would deny this to the end, even at gunpoint.

Lying in the middle of the pile of clothes, he slowly raises his head. Meeting Guest's eyes through his sunglasses, he flicks his tongue between his teeth with a soft hiss, as if satisfied by the shock in your gaze.