Charmase looked happy--it seemed like he was just content having someone to talk to.

"So, what do you like to do?"

"Play the piano and dance. You?"

Charmase stretched a bit.

"I do both of those. I also paint, draw, sculpt, sew, sing, and make friends."

Cadence nods silently.

Eventually, Termad seemed to grow bored with hovering around in his office. He started to make his way down to the patient lounge, making sure not to forget his beloved stuffed panda.

As he walked into the lounge, some of the patients' chatter died down. It seems they were very intimidated by him, despite his small, very attractive looks. He had a smug look on his face.

Cadence glances over at him silently.

Charmase glanced over as well, and looked content. He raised his arm and waved.

"Hi, Mister Panda Man," he greeted, in a friendly way. Other patients either jumped out of fear or stared at him, thinking he'd lost his mind.

Cadence watches him.

Surprisingly, Termad didn't seem to take this nickname as an insult. Nonetheless, he didn't wave back to him...he did walk towards him, though.

"Hello, Charmase," he greeted somewhat aloofly. "I hope I don't find you outside again today. I will not let you off the hook so easily this time...you never did tell me how you escaped in the first place, actually. Care to share? And also..."

His pale pink eyes rested on Cadence. "Who is your friend?" His voice actually sounded interested...and it may indeed be that sort of interest. Termad's sexuality is no secret in this place.

Cadence raises an eyebrow and watches, amused and curious.

Charmase grinned sheepishly. "I...that's a secret, Mister Panda Man. I already told you that! If I do get out again, I'll bring you some of those lovely flowers I found last time."

He glanced at Cadence. "Oh. And this is my new friend Cadence." He poked Cadence in the arm. "Say hi."

Cadence swats at the poke. "Hello." He says this in a monotone.

Termad seemed quite interested--he studied him a bit.

"Hello there, Cadence. I am Termad. The Warden here, if you didn't already know. I hope Charmase hasn't been annoying you too much. I know how he can be. Spewing out word vomit every other minute."

Cadence shrugs. "We have very conflicting ideas. And I don't mind." He looks amused.

"Ah, I see," Termad mused, also looking amused.

"By the look of you, I'd say you're a patient here, not a new orderly. I haven't seen you before--goodness, I apologize. What are you in for?" The question sounded somewhat teasing, in a good-natured way.

"I'm trying to get them to give me a new brain, but they'd rather try to fix the one I have." He chuckles slightly.

Termad seemed quite amused.

"I know a fellow who deals in organs," he mused off-handedly. "Back home. Human organs were a delicacy where I come from. And they were very precious."

He half-sounded like he was joking. But he also sounded half-serious.

(Wyatt? Also. I can't believe Cadence is flirting with Termaaad!)

Cadence raises an eyebrow. "Oh, really now?"

(Termad flirts with every half-attractive male he sees. XD And maybe Wyatt.)

Termad still hadn't lost his interest.

"Oh my, yes. Business was booming." He chuckled. "So. Have any fun hobbies?"

(Wyatt's creeeepy.)

"Dancing, playing the piano. And sex. Can't forget that." He smirks at that.

Termad chuckled cheerily.

"Ah, I see...hm." He studied him a bit more. "You don't seem crazy. I'm assuming you were just thrown in here due to being different? Like most of the 'patients' here?"

"I'm crazier than I look. Yay for being fucked up. But according to the people here I have, OCD, Bipolar, Night terrors and Sadistic Personality Disorder. And I'm just a blunt asshole, but that's not a mental disorder." He chuckles.

Termad stretched a bit, seeming amused. His interest hadn't waned in the least.

"I see. Most mental disorders are complete bull. Some are true disorders, such as schizophrenia or very serious anxiety disorder. But most are complete bull. For example, depression is complete bull. Everyone gets sad. Deal with it. That's what I say..."

"Well I know they're right about the bipolar and the night terrors. But bipolar is fun. I love going from suicidal to amazingly happy at the drop of a hat. Oh yeah. And the OCD is right. If said hat were to hit the floor I'd have to wash it. Many times." Most of his speech-thing was sarcastic.

Termad chuckled, amused.

"Oh, I see! Great fun, isn't it?" Sarcasm dripped from his every word.

He seemed to notice that other patients were shying away from him. He seemed amused at that. Most of them meant absolutely nothing to him. However.

He didn't want the world completely mindless. He wasn't a very social person, but he did desire some kind of company--non-mindless company. He planned to gather a few people around him that wouldn't cause him trouble, would amuse him, and wouldn't betray him...and he wouldn't take their minds. All the others could burn for all he cared.