It was 2:36 am, and it was raining heavily outside. Cruel King was curled up in his king-sized bed, wearing a nightdress while being completely conked out. His ears were flicked back, tail dangling off the edge of the bed, and his wings were going every which way.

That's until he was awoken - rather rudely might I add - by knocking on the window, along with the pitter patter of rainfall. There was Quill, clambered onto the windowsill and drenched in rain while still having that stupidly smug grin plastered on his face.

His tail was lashing behind him, and his claws were scrabbling at the window, his face smushed against the glass, causing his grin to seem even wider. He was still dressed in his usual attire, surprisingly, despite the late hour, and his teeth were gleaming under the low lantern light - the one that hung above that specific window.

"Hi, Cruel... let me in.."