*There's a creaking sound coming from tempus' room
What in the flying fuck was that? #3 and #4, go check it out. And make sure it's not a rat or something.
(Tempus waves a few Starlilis over to go investigate the noises as he reclines against his armchair, pouring himself a glass of battery acid, the vibrant green glowing liquid reflecting off it's edges.)
(He dismisses Fluff again, not bothering to continue the conversation he deems unworthy of his precious relaxation time.)












