Kromas opened his eyes, swinging his legs off the bed and groggily shuffling over to his mirror. The treehouse was calm. Quiet. Away from annoyances, people, intrusions. Just the Prince, the wood and the gentle air that crawled ever so delicately over his coarse fur. He had always had brittle fur- it was one of the reasons that physical contact freaked him out so much- generally, graphite was not the softest of materials. However, it did mean that it needn't ever be trimmed or brushed- it just stayed as it was.
He moved through to the small living space, and moved over to the window. Looking out over the complex, he wondered what was going on, who was about, you get the idea. But, for now, he decided he would just chill. Turning around, and moving over to the coffee table, he turned on the radio, which spat out static as it came alive.
Now Playing: Freaking Out, Mystery Skulls
Ah, he liked this song - so much so that he began singing along to it.
"I got this feeling, I'm losing you. And its got me reeling, I need a clue..."