cloudy evening

[Is crawled up in his room, gritting his teeth, mumbling to himself, but otherwise showing no signs of irritation.]

.. I hate kids.

I loathe them.

I despise them. Every single one.

...

...

Where are my tonfas. ... and my suit.

[Frowns and starts to grit his teeth.]

And the only clothes I get are bright red. .. what an eye-burning color.

Seems like everyone is back on track.

I dislike this house even more.

[Lays on his bed and thinks to himself, gently caressing Hibird's feathers with one finger.]

That little girl said it's safe here.


.. But I don't care.

[Sits down at the farthest corner and scans the people in the library.]

I want to do something, this is getting on my nerves. So boring. [Hibird lands on his fingers and he offers a quick, secret shadow of a smile.]

Where is that.. irritating laugh now. That illusionist, him, or anyone who could provide some entertaiment.

I don't like places like this. Too much crowding, all of these herbivores crawling around..

And what is this I hear.. ? People, dying? 

That sounds like something I would be interested in. Dying.. fighting.. (is that useless kid here? Or that deceitful pineapplehead.. I hope he is, I want to fight someone.)

These hallways are too crowded, get out of my way.