when the storm is here it's hard to tame && weekly task

[musicbox.]

[glow=#A76566,1,400]CAN'T YOU SEE THAT I EXIST, AND I DON'T NEED AN EXORCIST, TO LET ME OUT? — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]

Musicbox had been startled from his fitful slumber by the nearby call of one of his new "clanmates", although they didn't feel very much like a group that depended on or cared about each other. In fact, they seemed like just a group of people that worked around each other, with no regards for the others that occupied their home. He wasn't sure why, but for some reason the feeling was familiar to Muse, and he found that he didn't particularly like it that much. When he had joined, despite the hostility that he had been greeted with by Jervis, he had hoped that he would find a group of people who worked together and actually cared. Preferably ones that could help him with his lost memories and difficulty navigating with the new form that he had taken. Figuring out how exactly the multitude of eyes on his body worked was still extremely tiring and nauseating, and without anyone to help, he felt like nothing but dead weight, and he was fairly sure that others in this ruthless group tended to agree.

Getting back to the call that had woken him up, the blue tabby slowly got to his feet and followed where he thought the source of the noise had come from, relying mostly on sound and scent since he didn't know how to use his gazes yet. When he finally reached Roman, he focused several of his eyes on his shoulders and chest on the male, and he stared for a long moment before his eyes then flicked toward the tunnels that Roman had been referring to. Taking a deep breath, the male felt his tail tuck down between his legs as he spoke in a soft and timid voice, [glow=#A76566,1,400]"Uhm, alright. I'll come with, since I've never been in the tunnels before... I'm Musicbox, by the way, since we've never met before...."[/glow]