Continued from a certain run-in~
LINK [It wreaked. Absolutely stank. The slight sense of goosebumps on his skin was noticeable as soon as he entered the apartment, flooded by the overwhelming smell of Odin, everywhere.
...It was... warm though. 'Mature'...]
/A place to rest... like a home should be... right?/
[He didn't want to think those sorts of things about this place though... In fact, the momentary idea of finding comfort in this place fueled the ball of fiery rage and hunger in his gut and made him grab the red-head by the neck of his shirt, seething gently.]
...This may have been a bad idea after all...
[Despite the threat, there was a tiny undertone of fear. He didn't want to be trapped again... Grasping to his rage though, he made the starved attempt to throw Odin down on the couch.]