"You don't want to be my roommate, Katurian?" Eddie slid in close, serpentine and fluid, scrapping his fingernails lightly against his company's face before moving past him. It was a blink of a movement. Brief.

Eddie was on his feet, stretching. He took a few steps, consumed by thought, before turning to Katurian with a finger raised.

"If you need it still, it's back at the house. Should be in my study, unless Felicia moved it. She's always moving my things."