I always look forward to the first morning in a new apartment. Seeing what kind of tea and coffee their previous owners used to buy, planning out my next few meals, trying to figure out if there's anything worth keeping. I have my fun, occasionally invite some people over, have a new snack or two, and eventually move on.
Each house usually lasts about a couple of days. The first reason is that, after all, I have a life, and taking over place after place is more of a weekend thing. The other reason is that by the time I'm done there aren't any more usable rooms. What can I say, I love making big messes. If I decide to go wild on a big evening feast, by the time I'm done, the stench of cum can be unbearable even for me. And I haven't even mentioned how difficult it can get to keep your balance when with every step you risk tripping on a broken ribcage, or a half-melted skull!
I pity the poor souls who need to clean an apartment after I'm done with it. The musk never goes away, I know that for a fact. And with all the time spent ankle-deep in lizard juice, they're bound to lose a couple of toes if they're not careful!
Oh well, that's none of my business. I'm just here for the food.

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BunnyBitchEep is in it for the long haul! His fault, really, he's the one who keeps drawing these :P

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