The fire lapped at his side slightly, the flames coaxing his gaze away from the stars. Frozen, no matter how vigiorus the blaze was, how loud the crackles were. He stood frozen on the spot.

That song, it echoed throughout the space, vibrating against his ribs and rattling what remained of his heart. 'Don't know where...don't know when...'. A light, one of the few gentle warmths around him. A muffled voice, pairs of pink limbs reaching out for him, pink frills rippling about in the cosmos.

He jolted up. Sweat slickened down his sides, a soft warmth switched his frantic gaze towards the tv. Fake, scanlines buzzed up and down the fireplace. His hands were still quivering, lungs heaving against his ribs. His hands found themselves against the fluffy fabric against his body, rapidly grasping and unfurling.

She lunged, a swift grasp of his sides only to be met with a piercing blue scowl. "What?!", "Jeez kid relax! Just wanted to check on ya!". She paused, a slight twitch crinkling her nose. Her form flopped back in the arm chair once again. Dragging the now squirming angle into her furry embrace. The fleshy ground below dipped, Bill's feet slipping up until he found himself spitting out an eye full of fur.

"Ack! Hey, Watch the eye kid! Thing's not easy to regenerate!". His concern was met with a scoff, the low rising and falling of the ground below him slowing. "The hell do ya want?", "oh you knowwww...". His voice trailed with his gaze, slinking around the room until it finally landed on something...interesting.

"So...what's with the door?". His voice instantloy fluffed up into a sickly sweet innocence. His position shifting into that of a bubbly teen girl lying on her bed whilst thinking about her dream cryptid. "'t's the secret display area...that I already told you about", "welllll, I don't suppose you could...?". His finger traced the shirt below onto recieve a ripple in the The ground below. He perked up slightly. "Oh, you freak~", "can it".

The door creaked open. It was kinda weird to have a lock system on it. But she liked her privacy more than anyone. The glint in his fizzled out when he saw the space. A near 360 shelf system hung above, multiple minature apartments and elaborate scenes occuring above whilst a tiny train began riding about below. "What?", "what? 't's my Lego collection". "I mean no desctructive beast?!". "I mean I could but like...". She wavered her hand slightly emphasize her point. "Meh kinda takes away from the charm".

He groaned. His back dramatically leaning back as if the weight of his disappointment was about to snap his spine in half. "I mean what about the-". He froze, eye fixed on the table. To the right of him was a lowboard, clearly installed to hold her unabashed hoarding of random VHS tapes. But about that was a tank, it wasn't anything to eye sneeze at either. Taking up the entire space it rested on, alongside a few miniature decorations inside.

She already had a hunch that he was going to respond in some way over Mallow. "What. The.". "That's Mallow. An Olm.". All knowing being be damned. "ok so like, they're related to salamanders and, shank me all ya want, axolotls. Basically they're like the weird hermit cousins of them appearance wise, but they're just damn freaky. They age like humans, they only bone one every 100, I think, years. And they barely eat or move."

His slited pupil turned to face her. "What?!", "I know right! ended up gettin' one 'cos I ain't gotta worry about killing 'im. Also they're nocturnal so I moved him into the corner.