Olalla has had a stressful god damn day. Jor "requesting his presence" at the border did not help at all. But he supposed that would be the rest of his days, with Vale here it would be 10 times as harder. The beast yawned before stretching out and casting a tired glare toward the scorching sunset. It was going to be a cold night out here in the desert, and while he thought about it, Olalla didn't ever claim a home or make one. He sort of slept in the temples.

Droplets of... was this aN AlChoLoiC dRiNk???!?!?!?1?1/1/?. Olalla put a paw to his head as it splattered down before licking the pale, muted golden colour. The beast let what little taste rest on his tongue, allowing it to gentle slide to the back of his throat and swallowing. Yep. Jormungand was definitely here. And as expected that dark pelted cat called his name, soaked with sluggishness. " Ugh Jormu-" he began, though cut short with a sharp coaxed. Onto the roof. What. " Im not getting-" once again interrupted. With a sigh, and no money on hand, Olalla scaled the building made up of various materials before begrudgedly sitting next to the dark feline. "Jesus Jormungand," the beast stated in, finally, a full sentence. "You stink."