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Seems poor has fallen victim of Fukigen's shenanigans~ One minute he's relaxing in bed, the next? he's suddenly feeling something wriggle it's way up his throat and into his maw.
A quick trip to the mirror and he can see what's going on. Greeting his gaze is a relaxed, languid looking little blue noodle. Tongue idly flicking his uvula back and forth with it's feathery sweeps while he's kneeding and stroking the squishy tongue serving as his matress.

"I decided to move on in. Looked cozy. I'm sure you won't mind~

Not like there's a choice after all."
The little dragon chuckled, coiling it's tail around the bears uvula and giving it a soft squeeze before as suddenly as he'd appeared; he vanished back down the bears throat with a wet, suckling squelch.


Seems poor Proximiter now has both a parasite and a new room mate.