It was a cold morning, with stale air spreading through the spacious Goetia mansion. Stella had just slapped Stolas again after cursing and insulting him before storming off. Stolas sighed heavily, a grimace covering his face. He reached into the fridge and looking over the contents, before grabbing a juicy slice of plump, raw steak. He grabbed the meat and tossed it towards one of the nearby carnivorous plants in the kitchen, as the carnivorous plant snapped it's jaws and tore the meat apart. Once he had done so, he spared a glance at his moody teenager Octavia, before heading out of the kitchen and towards his bedroom. Stolas made his way to the bathroom suite with haste and locked the door. He slid down onto the tiled floor and curled up miserably, clinging onto his plumage.