[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... )

[Butterfly is lounging after he flips the screen to record, hands resting on his stomach, one leg bent. With a sigh, he rolls onto his side, facing the screen, rubbing his cheek against his shoulder absently]

It's just one thing after another. If it isn't a mask it's people being changed, and if it isn't that, it's the weather or more people ( Read more... )