Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-36289716-20191012013633/@comment-27344811-20191016175448

Torchwick doesn't answer, looking around. "Hello, yeah, does anybody know what's going on here?"

Ver slowly, the tabby cat (who had left its pod and flopped down on the floor) began to change; growing slightly larger, its fur slowly turned black like the color was ink seeping into paper, gaining greenish-yellow stripes, and four pairs of red eyes; two big ones where they SHOULD be, and two smaller ones just above the upper lip. I do not. Seems we were all asleep... ironic. Both Vanitas and Torchwick "think". The cube confuses me as well.

"....okay. Telepath. Fun. Good!"

Not telepathy. Pheromones.