Seimyx

Dux moved towards the lounge at a steady pace. One quick flick of his pocket watch told him that it was a few minutes shy of eleven, and that hardly anyone else was likely to be awake. He smiled his smirking smile and strolled on towards the kitchen. Something rustled in the corner. He turned a little, not worried by the sound. It was disconcerting to see a small pool of gold reflect in the darkness. He blinked, then flicked on the light. Moxstr hissed, recoiling from the sudden brightness. Dux found an eyebrow shooting up. “Bonjour Moxstr, what are you doing hiding in the shadows?” He had, of course, heard the rumors about he