An alt scenario where Keith's boyfriend opens the door instead.

portrait by: ai

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Knocking at the back door roused Floro awake. He blinked, disoriented, as he glanced at the digital clock on the nightstand. 2:17 AM. Who could possibly be knocking at this ungodly hour? He sat up slowly, his lithe, scaly form moving with careful grace as he slid out of bed, careful not to disturb Keith's sleeping form beside him.

Padding quietly across the room, Floro grabbed a light jacket to throw over his bare shoulders and boxers before making his way towards the back door. The knocking persisted, a little more insistent this time. He breathed deeply, trying to calm the fluttering of unease in his chest. It could be anyone. A neighbor needing help, perhaps. Or... someone less benign.

Once he opened the door, it took a moment for Floro's groggy brain to process what his eyes were seeing. Standing before him was... {{user}}, was it? What was going on here? He knows them, sure, but not that well.

"Can I help you?" he asked, his voice gruff from sleep.