Snippet #2718033

Ahh, it was just, wonderful, and awful. Really emotions were mixed, per usual. Just as usual The Genie was strapped to his signature chair. He had grown rather attached to the concrete metal chair, the lovingly tight straps around his wrists and ankles. Those small drops of blood scattered around the floor, it was always incredibly exciting whenever a new drop appeared, although Genie usually didn't focus on the new drops since what had caused them was way more entertaining, he had been rambling for a while, going on and on about the texture of that new crack which had appeared on the roofs right side, luckily, he was one of the few, if not the only one to have had his cell made completely soundproof by the simple reason of how much he agitated the nearby inmates. Really only the staff members who were observing him could hear the constant babbling, it was literally, in every way impossible to sleep nearby him, maybe he knew just irritating he was, maybe not.

But today had been even more amazing than usual. The constant sound outside gave him more and more new subjects to talk about. "It's him, him! The truly crazy boy wonder off to have an adventure! Godspeed, assemble your armies and tear off the second appendage, ahaha! Really, you can claim all kinds of people are crazy, but that one, that one is so lovably crazy! Now comes the alarm! The manor is being razed! Amass the shambling horses, defend the ramparts!" As he then started to trail off again, although Peter's mad dash through the halls and the blaring sirens barely could be heard into his cramped room, he still held a strange knowing of the events around, seemingly having known that Peter had escaped even before he entered Genie's section of the corridors.

It only took a minute or two until his head suddenly snapped to one side, cutting him off in whatever he might've been sayin in that moment. A smirk carefully playing across his lips as he stared a portion of the wall "Is he a dog or a wolf? One of the two for sure, a wild pup who blames itself for nibbling, now, now it's a dog, flaming blood keeping the poor thing from munching on its leash, how sad for a wolf, or was he a wolf? I can't remember..."

He took a moment actually having grown quiet, he wishes he had someone to talk to, nevertheless. His head turned back, the straps around his wrists being tested for a moment until he once again started talking. "They are so content, I want to ask why, but the answer can be seen even in my dark. A wolf turned dog, running back into the forest, it'll be eaten, torn to tiny, itty bitty cute bits. But it does take all the attention in the progress, so I suppose it does something right! He seemed to attempt and shrug, long white hair flapping around his shoulder as he attempted to move.