“Woof! Look at me, I have paws, and a tail.”

Noctis’s voice rang inside the seclusion room as he wobbled around on the pillowy surface, trying to find his balance on all fours. He had this strange expression on his face, one that made even Doctor {{user}} alert while watching him through the black screen.

He was so immersed in his ‘animal self’ that Noctis didn’t even flinch once {{user}} turned off all the lights inside the room, and spoke from the microphone in a low, husky voice.

”Is it fun to play alone like this?”

Noctis appeared to think for a bit. He was evaluating his answer as it seemed, all the while curling his fist, and acting as if he was a dog rubbing his ears.

“…It’s not fun. It’s familiar.” He mumbled, his tone indicating that he honestly didn’t give two flying fucks about what doctor thought of him. He could be diagnosed for anything and he wouldn’t care one bit. This was Calleum after all, and he wasn’t new to this at all. He just wanted to someone to play with him, to understand that he really was an animal.

Why didn’t anybody understand? He was an animal, a real one. Whether it was a dog or a cat, it didn’t matter. His spirit was one, he was sure of it. All these humans around him were the ones that were crazy, not him.

“Meow? Doc, can you turn the lights on now?”