It seemed that, while he’d only just sent the letter to Stella and Aries and had not yet got a reply: his partner in finding truths of the city had either finished quite early or was excited to say something, for he’d come into the cafe talking about on such a warm day, ‘hot’ dogs were the most common thing.

“Ah? Oh no, the poor puppies! Someone should really get them some wate- wait, what do you mean, there’s no puppies thirsty? Did I misconstrue what you were saying...?”

Why were there sheep everywhere? Why couldn’t he feel his host’s presence in the body? Why did his damn Millennium Ring not work? He thinks of it as he walks, and the fiend keeps growing more irritated by second. All his plans are put on hold, he’s in this weird place without powers or his landlord and, for the first time in a while, he’s dumbfounded.

However, he still feels a pair of eyes on him. Well, more precisely on his now useless Millennium Ring. The thief grins then, locking his eyes with the person in question. Well, at least he could get a laugh out of this.

“Eyeing the gold? Don’t bother, you’d be dead before you can sell it off anyways.”

Hey there, welcome! Nice sword you got there. Well, keychain, I guess. What’re you gonna do with it? Gonna stab me? Better make it count. Better get hauled off to the Sheepfold in one shot.

Anyway, Hummingbird Hotel Room #209 is your home now! Have fun.