I KEEP SWINGING MY HANDS // Alex // THROUGH A SWARM OF BEES

THERE IS NO LIFE, THERE IS NO SPARK !

CAESAR CIPHER. MALE. THE PITT. DWELLER.

Caesar let out a huff at Alex's first statement, clearly not too fond of his words. But just as the direwolf knew who he was, Caesar vaguely knew who Alexander was. "You are Alexander, aren't you?" This would all go flat if this was some random ass direwolf. Then again, some mental manipulation here and there, he could make it buddy-buddy with him. Caesar came here seeking Alexander specifically, and it wasn't hard to see why. After all, with The Typhoon clearly being a target (or a sore spot, rather) of the demon, so of course he would seek out someone who caused quite a commotion with them.

"Listen. You clearly know who I am." Caesar extended a paw out, trying to maintain a neutral expression. "I know who you are, the things you've done. I think we should team up. Think of it: we could rule this entire planet." Maybe he was too extreme here. But in the end, this was all a trick; one he didn't think was painfully obvious. Caesar would want the power all to himself eventually. Eventually.

#psychosocial.