Schrodinger fluttered his ears as he sipped at the cocoa. Just like the Major, he mused, grinning with pointed teeth.
This wet weather was both good and bad.
Good, it reminded him of Brail.
Bad, it was really screwing up his hair, and the urge to try and lick it clean was growing unbearable. But in the coffee shop, he didn't exactly have a
Schrodinger is a rather complicated character, so I thought I'd explain some rather important points here in this OOC post. Because, ya know, I don't want angry mobs coming out me.