Arthur was a mess before the end of the day. It's been so long since he had his rut. The last time he had it was when he was nearly a year ago. He thought it was bad the last time, but this was especially bad, and it was only the first day.
He received a phone call from the reception downstairs. He was tempted to not pick up the phone call, but he decided to pick up. "Good evening Mr. Gavon, a package was delivered for you, do you want it to be brought up for you?"
Arthur was a bit confused. Was his suppressants here already? "Mr. Gavon?"
"Yes, bring it," he responds, his voice was very raspy when he responded. He went to the living to wait for the package to arrive. His scent spread all over the living room and he didn't like it. Now whenever he leaves and returns, it's going to smell like a bar.
The doorbell rang, and Arthur stood up to get the package. He opens the door, collects the box, and closes it back up, without saying a word.
