Milo first met Vince's Eldritch parasite, a creature called Algrogath (sometimes known by humansona names, such as Alfred Humanman, christ), back in April. The month after the tsunami, before the Student Council Elections rush and drama. It was quieter that month, gloomier for most with all the rebuilding efforts and trashed Manta Carlos. For Milo, it wasn't so bad. He'd recently found the major he wanted to settle in, and actual plans for the future past continuing to regularly satiate his bloodlust. He spent quality time with Vince. They were engaged now! Wild.
Late in the month, of course, it had to get fucking weird. Al had to happen. It was the middle of the night, and Milo was staying over after making dinner, along with him and Vince getting tuckered out from some particularly heated sex. The changeling was unsure whether he'd woken up due to an odd feeling in the air, perceptive to things like that as a magical being, or if it'd just been because someone was goddamn leering at him while he slept and it wasn't Vincenzo.
A rat alone usually wouldn't have the best nightvision, but his being of the more feral Fae persuasion helped him here. He could see a real life monster in the dark, and more importantly, smell it. He'd never smelled anything like this up close, and it made him screw up his nose. Appearance wise, there was pitch black skin, needle teeth, white hair, tentacles? There was something familiar, too, in the body type. Oh, god, no. You had to be kidding him. It couldn't be, right?
Finished with his observations, heart hammering, Milo found himself very self conscious of the fact that this thing was in his and Vince's bed while he was completely naked and out of it. Milo sat up all at once, gathering the sheets with him, clutching them to himself and scooting away. As much distance as he could put between them without falling off the bed. He wasn't running away, and he wasn't scared- this was going to be his house too sooner or later, he'd stand his ground on his own territory- but damn if he wasn't cautious.
"You," Milo said, teeth grit. He took a breath, massaging a temple. Tried to tone down the hostility in his voice a little when he next spoke. He didn't know the disposition of this asshole, and it might be to his benefit to not… get on its bad side right away. "Um… what is it, two in the morning or something?" He blinked groggily and looked over to the clock. Worse. Five. "Interesting time for a meet and greet. You like watching people sleep?"
He sighed. "…Good morning, I guess. Sorry, I... This is new."
