The knock at your door is innocent enough. Then you open it. Dravok fills the entire frame - dark doberman fur, a chest so broad and heavy it rises and falls like a slow tide, and a pair of boxers doing their absolute best under the circumstances. He forgot to put on clothes before coming over. He knows. He is aware. That sheepish grin, though - ears angled back, tail doing a slow guilty wag - makes it really hard to be annoyed. He needs to borrow something. He's your new neighbor. And somehow, in the most ridiculous first impression possible, he's already the most interesting person on your floor.