Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170331011949/@comment-5583506-20170404025543

Deaphanie sighed, clearly tired of being interrupted. She just wanted to enjoy being alone every once in a while. Sadly, being an omni-present entity meant that she had very little to say about that.

She reluctantly closed the door and sat down in the chair opposite of him, stroking Morty in a way she had seen villains do in the old Jack Bunt movies back when the world wasn't reduced to a nuclear wasteland.

"So what do you want?" she asked.