A few stray thoughts gathered in his mind as he considered what he would do with the time he’d be in the festival. Lilith would likely try and drag him around the local markets in search of numerous fancy baubles, or general cheap crap which the usual street vendors sold, but he was not too interested in that. He’d do it for her sake, he sure as hell needed the company, but he wasn’t too invested. 

A dark cloud hung over him as the firebird girl wandered off, he needed some way to take his mind off of the sense of tension and discord… perhaps visiting a bar or some-such in the city might alleviate some of the inexplicable bitterness he felt  towards this fragile delusion of reality. 

Suddenly his head was engulfed in the silky soft tail of a person he well knew. It was actually quite comfortable, kind of like having his head covered in a blanket of soft sable fur, and he leaned into appreciatively for a few moments before startling himself back to normality. Pulling gently on the tail his head eventually surfaced from the ocean of soft fur, and he began to turn towards its owner, holding her tail in his hands and stroking it subconsciously like some evil villain and his pet cat.

“Only one person I know has a load of dusters attached to their arse, and that would happen to be you Lily,” he smirked. “Have you come to torment me again with your presence, or just rub your fluffy appendages in my face? I’m presuming you’re bothering me for a reason… at least one can always hope.”

[i]The probability of that is zero...[/i]