This world? What appeal is there here? This man always has a tendency to make the poorest decisions. Now what to... oh, what a beautiful creature you are..~

I. Am. Fabulous~ ..or at least I can assume so, trickery and disguises always was his area of expertise. I may look like a melted bowl of clay for all we know..

*Nox tilted her head with curiosity as she pressed down the lever on the kitchen toaster. This was the way to make Pop-Tarts according to her friend* ..the second little dot, you said? Somorphius

This walking from place to place thing is so... mundane. But any attention drawn very may well be a death wish.

Somorphius! You can’t keep avoiding me! Somorphius

Do I even have to ask? Somorphius

All meats sandwich for you, Som. Catch. Somorphius

Pack? I have.. literally nothing.

Hm..

I don’t know why he bothers whispering, the feeling he has is well known.

*With an exhausted sigh, the Absol flopped to rest at the feline’s feet* Somorphius

I don’t think Som has stopped scowling in the past thirty six hours.. in fact, I think he scowls like that while he sleeps as well.

*Nox lifted a paw to shield her eyes from the bright morning sun that blasted her vision the moment she walked out of the temple. A long night of meditation had left her unsuccessful in trying to reach Strange, and a certain helplessness had started to creep up her neck*

Emotions make rash and unintelligent decisions... far from thought out, they do more harm then good... I should know..