Throwing himself against his newly acquired bed, tail swaying slowly while speaking whether perplexing for outsides or no— "You don't say? Sounds like something I'd star in." What Ingus had described sounded far more similar to works of fiction over real life happenings, however it seemed rude focusing on it.

"I kinda did something like that, actually." currently unsure how he feels about that entire subject, avoiding it for now, "Make my long story short, sounds like we might have been picked because we're heroes." That title still doesn't taste quite right over Zidane's name...

His arms rested behind his skull, watching Marcus scamper about across the bed looking for the most comfortable spot.