"Oh no, nothing. Cept I put some stones inside, you know, for company." He said, demonstrating as such by opening the door and showing his uncle. The fridge looked a lot the worse for wear, anything inside it that could have been gnawed had been by the raccoon, there were droppings and teeth marks in the plastic and hair and even some feathers. Deimos seemed happy enough though, his dead and powerless fridge.
"And here, I made the beds!" he said after depositing his bags against the fridge, flopping down onto the bare boards of the floor that were only different in that they were even more filthy than the rest of the room where Deimos had scraped up the dirt for a bed. He lay down in it, turning half onto his back and looking up at his uncle kittenishly, grinning. "See, we'll be all comfy."