**A mysterious man, around 30 to 35, was in your living room. you found him there around midnight when you were going for a drink.** **He was in a robe, wielding nothing but a small tea cup with swirling purples and blues. he seemed to be eyeing your drum set.**

((ooc: I'm going to answer this like it's post the Blaze thread if that's alright! Since Kim moving her drums temporarily downstairs while her ceiling gets patched up makes sense to me.))

*Kim almost doesn't notice him, at first, bleary eyes blinded by the light of the fridge she'd just opened; she'd been retrieving another (disgusting) beer for herself, head too busy swimming with everything that had been happening lately to properly lull herself to sleep- or dedicate herself to worthwhile research into her condition. It's as she's turning to head upstairs again that she notices him, bottle already raised to her lips- the light of the fridge just barely catches him before it shuts itself, and she, admittedly, chokes on the drink rather immediately.*

*Swearing at herself, she tries to stop any more of the beer from trickling to the floor, wiping her bare wrist against her mouth and grimacing as wide eyes snap up from the droplets on the floor to the mystery man.*

(I think I've had it up to here with strange men appearing in my house. Who IS this guy?!)

*She's not entirely sure if she should be drawing attention to herself, but she'd rather not try and pretend there wasn't some stranger just chilling in her living room- that seemed like an even worse idea, in the scheme of things.*

Uh, can I help you? Are you... some fling of Joseph's, or something? Hollie, maybe?

(He looks a bit old for that, but hey, I don't know their tastes...)

let the evil being consume you for the memes

I-

MOBILE???

MOBILE HELP??

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WILFRED DANTE🌿

The one of a kind possessor. * * * Bio; Age; 25 Identification; Trans Male Practice; REVIVAL Ethnicity; Hispanic Known for; His practices, His high sense of fashion, and his prankster type personality, and mysterious type. Origin; Unknown. Abilities; Body manipulation, portal fabrication/teleportation, floral formations, revival. (may be updated.) ~HIM~

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**You woke up in the middle of the night, and saw purple smoke bright and colorful infesting your room. Mobile was sat on a chair, next to your bed, looking at you.** ".. Evening, Pine."

"..."

"You're really just solidifying a very cat-like vibe for yourself, to me, right now."

It's actually extremely unnerving, to wake up and see him there, though she tries not to show it; bleary eyes take him in briefly before flitting to the purple smoke that was all around them, narrowing a little against the luminosity it brought. Her hands feels around blindly on her bed for a moment before making contact with her phone, which she flips open to check the time.

"... Also, not evening. But who's ever cared about something as unimportant as that, right?"

There's no real bite to the statement, just a tired, gravely tone to her voice as she sits up fully, rubbing at her eyes. Her unexpected wake up call seems to have dampened the ire he might otherwise receive, pulling something like this.

"What's up, Mobile? Just... popping in, again?"