Impatience disrupted peaceful thoughts and mangled emotions into something unfavourable. He often found himself tearing through marshmallows much harsher than normally, his distaste for the situation showing in how he tapped his foot, sighed more often, dropped his act much quicker when out of the public eye-- and even outside of safety, in the downtrodden areas of the city, he could feel his smile fading fast with each passing citizen.
He didn’t like this city. Not one bit.
Though there was one comfort to him here, with his voice piping up behind him on the street, as familiar as it had always been. Glancing over his shoulder as he stopped and turned to greet the arrival, he confirmed what he had guessed: the Sun Guardian of his very own Funeral Wreathes had arrived in the city after him.
Finally... He could be praised like he deserved to be.
He acknowledged the salute with a smile, facing forward with one hand against his hip.
“Daisy! You were dragged to this city too, hm?” Behind kind words lay racing thoughts, calculating and recalculating plans within and out of the city, the reevaluation of resources and more drawn into a conclusion quite fast, thanks to his intelligent mind being not a stranger to logic puzzles. Daisy was another pawn... no, perhaps a knight, or a rookie, to use in the grand scheme of his city-wide plans, just as similarly as Daisy had always been. The walking zombie was useful in every universe, and this was no exception.
The only downfall was that they were both now trapped, and he could already sense Daisy’s uneasiness towards being stuck within unbreakable walls a second time. He had been his savior once, but to save him a second time may be something he can’t yet accomplish.
“It’s pretty funny how they pulled us in like that, and then took our flames away like they have a right to. They think they’re all smart, but they have no idea who they decided to mess with.” They were in a rather shaded area, away from any crowds or possible eavesdroppers, though the opportunity for little birds to pick up on what was said was a constant possibility. He would have to chose his questions carefully.
“Well, let’s hear it. I see you still have your Mare ring, so you must have some of your abilities, correct? And where have they stationed your sleeping arrangements?”
