[Stixx - Ronins Hideout - 11:30PM/23:30.]

You were trapped in your mind, a light tapestry amidst the darkness showing what Morro saw displaying your surroundings. It looked like a constantly moving oil painting, glowing softly in the darkness. You felt small, insignificant in your own body.

An injury on Morro, your body, was flaring up painfully for you both.

He was making a deal with Ronin, the older man getting more and more frustrated as his voice echoed in Morro's mind, detailing the conversation. You could feel Morro's frustration building, he was tempted to punch Ronin in the face.

The oil painting detailing your surroundings was covered by a hand on one side, it was Morro rubbing his temples. You sat down in your own mind, watching as Morro shot a half-lidded glare at Ronin.

It felt like watching a projection of what was in front of you, everything slightly grainy - a result of your own vision, but smooth and coloured. Like an oil painting as well as a projector, in a very dark room.

[POV SWITCH: MORRO.]

Morro glared up at Ronin under half-lidded eyes, his tail - YOUR tail - flicking with annoyance. Ronin was annoying him with his pestering questions, and with your presence in his mind, he was getting a headache. He was ready to punch Ronin right then and there. Sighing, he looked up at Ronin, who was about a head and a half taller than your body, and gave him a death glare. He didn't shut up. He never shut up.