Marvelous little things.

[universaljanitor]

[There's so much about this world that utterly fascinates him. The daemons, the magistrate. Everything.

Well, aside from the fact that he spends almost every waking hour - there's a lot of those, actually - searching for his window, for a way back because... he'd left. He'd seen an opportunity, a coward's way out, and he'd escaped. And now... he can't find his way back. He'd agreed to this grand adventure because he thought the window would stay open... and it hadn't.

So now, he wanders. Every day he wanders around the city with his Aardwolf, searching for just a peek into another world, for him to look in and see a spaceship, seen an old wrinkled face, see Earth. Just for one fleeting moment.]

Ahhhhhh I know, girl. [He drops to a crouch, scratching behind Litost's ears and giving the curious little daemon a grin.] We'll find it, though. Don't you worry.

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[domesticapproach]

[So many worlds and windows, all of them teasing, tempting someone through with the promise of escape- or even just on accident, from curiosity; what could it be on the other side of that window? But all of them, every single one, snapped shut behind them, lost by the time they'd awoken. Awoken to any sort of creature at their side, small, large, bestial, adorable- it didn't matter. There was very little fear between them, despite the initial shock. Rose had been more than a little startled to find what her soul was, that was for sure.

And speaking of, there's a rather .. small, for his species, lion of all things, padding along, slow and careful. Scouting. Casting. Searching for something or someone. Namely, as it seems, the Aardwolf and her person, if the sudden little canter towards them is any indication.

Ever seen a lion galumphing towards you, Doctor?]