Sebast ~ (1 year old)

Every character needs an HMD, even one as loveable and tramatized as this one. Questions, comments, concerns, honest crit. I'm all ears? Does he sway too far from his path? Is he turning into just cute again and not actual reason for him being?

Seriously. All ears.

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DUE TO ACAIRNIA CLOSING. PLEASE DEFRIEND PANTERAKITTEN

[Without his voice, there is only a low growling; small "grrr"ings to be exact. Yowling escapes the communicator that is so close to his chest, dangling with nervous sounding anticipation. Scratching is heard, like claws kneeding on the window or window sil. He's still trapped within the room from the night before.

Something is out there. He can sense it. A sharp hiss breaks out]

[His PDA was on --as usual- and his form cascaded over the images as it clanked around his bone like legs. His small form spends no time in stalling, mind erased completely of everything. The little kitling can't remember his name, nor how to talk, and his wild untamed instincts have taken over.

He hops up, jingling handles for any cabin door that'll open, and the ones he succeeds in, his body scurries in.

He's raiding every bucket of candy/sweets he can find, eating them at an alarming pace]

[ooc: Careful. He's not dangerous persay, just extremely violent and aggressive. He may very well already be in your cabin's kitchen >:O]

[Unable to read, this kitling searches the kitchens for food, only to find the ever tasty bundles of candy waiting in the creepy looking pumpkins. His rump wiggles, PDA clicking against his bone plated chest, and he leaps up to the one with his own name on it. Sniffing into the gift basket, a wandering paw fishes around inside, finally pulling out one.

He starts to gnaw on the plastic, finger like digits picking at the wrappers until he scarfs the piece of chocolate into his mouth. Ears spring up at the delicious taste and with chocolate starting to cover his tongue, teeth, and mouth, the increasingly hyper kitling is back into the basket.

He's getting more hyper by the minute, wrappers scattering around him]

Se Bast iz lone lie. the mean gosts want plaie with Se Bast. . . . ....... [The kitling got over excited with the . button]

Y want the gosts plaie with Se Bast?

[OOC: Since he can't read well nor spell the following translates to: "Sebast is lonely. The mean ghosts won't play with Sebast. Why won't the ghosts play with Sebast?"

Warm. [Purrs filter from the PDA]

Sebast doesn't know why people say Night time is scary.

Night is pretty! There's lots of red outside!

Ohhh, ohhh and shiny floaties!! Sebast wants to play with them all!! And the shinies above!

SEBAST LIKES SHINIES!!!

[Cue giggling sounds, cutting off soon after]

[The display is mostly static, the fizzed sound crackling over the speakers, until partial images display, mostly bone then signs of the greeting hall, the main lobby, then bone again. The poor PDA has seen better days as it bounces off the creature's legs. A thin string keeps it fastened around its thin neck]

Ohhhh. Shiny mouse thingy is blinking!! [The screen tilts up, displaying the various other items in the welcome package tossed about the room, long forgotten and possibly broken until his face comes into view

a wiggling nose sniffs at the device] Hello? Hellooooooooooooooo, New York!