][I'm sorry if this post turns out sucky; it's 12:30 here and I'm kinda beat. Haha.][

Sooner than later, Farys picked himself up from the cast-iron chair, nudging his small dog awake. Gannon yawned in response, standing wobbly. A smiling Farys picked his puppy up, leaving a tip on the table that matched the seat he'd been sitting in for the past twenty-five minutes.

Thin, tall, and wearing clothes that were far out of the "norm", Farys attracted a lot of attention. All of the attention made him nervous, thus making him turn in early each night. He knew that, if he changed himself, he wouldn't have to go about every night the same way, but refused to do so.

Finally arriving at his doorstep, Farys let Gannon off of his leash and opened the door. The puppy bounded in happily, immediately dashing into Farys's bedroom.
"Good idea," the man said, following his loyal companion.
Peeling the clothes from his thin body, the man climbed into bed unsteadily, his dog nuzzling up to his chin hastily. Clapping twice, the lights turned off, and Farys fell asleep.