Snippet #2718162

"Ohohoho! How the dog howls! Howls at the moon wishing to be a beast again, yet as all beasts, it fears the flame!" The Genie's head snapped to the same side as earlier, staring at the wall with an unending grin. By now, those that were regularly watching him would most likely start becoming worried. His actions and tone became increasingly more violent, most of his words practically yelled. Most of the ones who knew the Genie's antics would know that he'd need to converse soon. Otherwise he'd start growing unstable, to the point of just maybe injuring himself. "The pup will be so sad, SO, sad. There'll be no more compassionate pettings, the fear of being bitten is to stroooong!" He let out a giggle, a simply maniacal one, he truly considered the current situation purely hilarious

He shock in his chair, the straps tightening as he seemingly attempted to stand up. Of course, the chair was secured into the floor, as the reinforced leather straps left no room for movement. Yet he didn't seem to pay it any heed. His head snapped, white hair being thrown with it. Staring directly into the one-way window which would be used to observe him. His voice again growing increasingly more hazardous, talking to anybody which might've been standing on the other side. He voiced practically every thought, after all, what could he really say to worsen things? "You should go pat the pup, it needs it. While you're at it, pat the زعيم الذئب too, guard your fingers while doing it." For a moment he switched to a completely different language, seemingly without noticing it himself. "Ahh, I miss my time in the Common Room, so many lovely people, so many words, so much red, so much blue and even some grey! It was AMA-zing," Sure, he had quickly been banned from the common room for aggravating the other inmates

He took a moment, wettening his lips against eachother, he hadn't gotten anything to drink in a while, he was thirsty, there was a some blood on his lips, it tasted rather nice.