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Anton sits down on the couch and looks around, before pulling his book open. Suddenly there's a bat squeak. Anton sighs and at the last moment tosses the book to the side before a bat comes in front of him and turns into Viago, who's now straddling his lap, sitting sideways.
"Hello," he says, grinning toothily.
"Hi," Anton smiles and bumps their noses together.
Viago makes himself more comfortable on the werewolf's lap, leaning his back onto Anton's chest and nuzzling his head into the creek of his neck. Anton wraps on arm around him and reaches for his book with the other one. "Want me to read to you?" He asks, opening at the first page.
"Yes, please," Viago nods, inhaling Anton's scent.
For some reason after getting together with Anton, Viago found his werewolf's scent rather pleasant. He smelled like wet ground, trees and sun. A little dusty and salty, but Viago loved it. It felt like home.