[He leans down, arms crossed on the desk right in front of the skull. His magic senses are tingling (hah, he loves puns sometimes). Not that he could feel things like he used to. No, he nearly walked past the little skull and came back.
Golden feline eyes show amusement as he rests his chin on his folded arms.]
Action.. because... reasons.
Golden feline eyes show amusement as he rests his chin on his folded arms.]
I know you are not just decoration.