"But Alaaaaaan..." A voice spoke as a rather young looking teenager suddenly pops up beside Alan while he got himself to his feet. The teenager in question looked normal for the most part, aside from maybe the red eyes and the scar that started at the corner of his right eye and trailed back into his hairline. Though it was hard to see much else on him at the moment, the jacket he wore was a bit too big for him, especially the hood. It hung down over a good bit of his face, one could just barely see the silver piercings in his bottom lip. Though as you looked him over... his pants were tight fitting with a studded belt, and he didn't have shoes on. Or socks for that matter.

"Shouldn't you go wait for them at the gates? What if they get lost? Or have question? I still have questions and I've been here a while. What if they need something? Do you think they will like it here? What if they don't like shoes? I don't like shoes, so its alright if they don't either. Why do people even like shoes... I am hungry, can we have lunch first? Even though its early morning...? At least I think it is. It might be afternoon. Its nighttime somewhere. Do you think they are hungry?" Cyder started, not even taking a breath between questions. He spins around a bit, grinning stupidly from behind his hood at the other male.

"Hey, Alan! Lets go wait for them by the gates!" He nearly yells at the top of his lungs as he leaps at Alan without any warning. Though something happens as he leaps, his form starts to change the moment his barefeet left the ground. Within the blink of an eye, there would be a rather large tiger-sized cat attempting to tackle his dearest friend, mostly trying to climb on his shoulders... much like a smaller, house-sized cat might try to do. Cyder really didn't seem to notice though that he was over five hundred pounds, only that he was trying to climb onto his friends shoulders while purring as loudly as possible.