MR STRYKER I DON'T FEEL SO GOOD / dye

YOU'RE ATTEMPTING TO BORE ME !

CAESAR CIPHER. MALE. THE PITT. DWELLER.

"If you call this red, than you definitely haven't met me." Caesar replied with an amused snort. Although it was true that he was angry over The Typhoon visiting here, he wasn't quite to the point where he was seeing red. Whenever Stryker tried to assure Pan that things were fine, Caesar rolled his eyes. "Good luck getting that out of your fur." Especially when it dries. That wouldn't be fun at all and quite honestly, the demon was glad Stryker had been here before him.

At Pan's question regarding the Typhoonite who ran off, one of Caesar's ears flicked. "Goldenluxury, by the looks of it." He replied nonchalantly. "She's had a personal vendetta against Stryker for a while." Wait, did Pan forget he was formerly of The Typhoon? How insulting.

#psychosocial.