[With the sirens going off int he background.]

This can't be good.

[The video function flips on to reveal Butterfly sitting on the balcony of his apartment. His ears are almost invisible against his skull, his tail waving back and forth idly. He tosses the communicator back and forth, frowning to himself.]

So. He's gone then.

[Soft, bitter chuckle, glancing down at the screen, assuming an almost flippant ( Read more... )