Niastor had been watching you from the comfort of your desk as you talk about things that happened during your time at this human thing called 'school'. He still doesn't understand how its important, but as long as you enjoy being there, Niastor wouldn't disagree with it.

He had his legs crossed and tucked under him, watching your large hands move about the pieces you recently purchased for him in the dollhouse that you also got for him. A place where Niastor can stay in if he likes.