"Totally. I love having to reorganize an entire room because one thing is out of place and that one thing will drive me insane. No pun intended." He's also completely sarcastic.

Termad seemed quite entertained.

"Oh, yes. Interior design is such a wonderful thing to pick at. Hm..."

Termad fished around in his pocket and pulled out his schedule for today, scanning it. As usual, he didn't have anything major today...every once in a while, he had a big meeting about something insignificant concerning the institute. But that was about it...

He put his schedule away. "My schedule seems rather bare today. I don't like being bored all that much...what do you suggest I do?" His tone was somewhat suggestive, but it didn't hint at anything, really...

Cadence notices instantly. "Well it depends on what sort of activity you want, I suppose."

Termad hummed thoughtfully.

"I suppose it does, yes...suggestions are welcome. I'm up for anything."

"So, what sort of activities do you like?" Cadence looks amused.

Termad chuckled.

"Oh, I enjoy many things. Clothing...food...dancing...

"Self-indulgence..."

"Self indulgence is always fun." Cadence chuckles.

"Yes, quite," Termad agreed, amused, and then clapped his hands together a few times.

"So! Any good suggestions for me?"

"You could have sex with someone." His bluntness seems to be coming back again.

Termad chuckled.

"Well. I suppose I could. If I had someone to do so with, that is...and I don't." He pouted slightly--because he looked a bit feminine, this pout worked to his advantage and made him look cute instead of like an idiot.

Cadence raises an eyebrow. "Find someone willing."

Termad looked around at the fearful patients surrounding him and pointed at them.

"Most of the patients here are afraid of me. So that won't work." He grinned a bit. "Do you, perchance, know anyone willing?"

"There is one patient that isn't afraid of you, that may be willing, if asked." He says this slowly and tauntingly.

Termad raised an eyebrow.

"Oh really, now?" he asked, somewhat smugly. He looked around eagerly. "And where is this wonderful patient of mine?"

"They could be standing near you. Or not. It's up to you to figure out." Cadence seems very amused by this.

Termad chuckled pointedly, and then turned. He headed back towards the door he entered the room from and waited by it, gazing at Cadence from across the room.

(If this is gonna turn ahem-y, use an old journal on my DA or something instead of this once it gets to that point. XD It's against the rules and I dun wanna be banned.)

(Or we can timeskip past the ahem-y, my dear. XD)

Cadence shrugs away from the wall and follows him, amused.

(Either or. Whichever is more fun. XD)

Termad seemed quite amused. He rarely ever let patients down the orderly hallway, but he would make an exception this time and keep an eye on him.

He opened the door using his passcard and held it open for him, waiting for him to go through so he could close it.

(You piiick!)

Cadence follows and goes in.

(XD We've already, like...completely peared this thread. Let's give others a chance to possibly post and switch over to an old DA journal of yours or mine when the time comes.)

Termad closed the door and led him down the hallway, which was decked with lots of authentic-looking Chinese decorations. He seemed to be obsessed with China...

(That always happens! I toooold yoooou. And fiiiine.)

Cadence follows and glances around. He pauses to fix a crooked fan.

(XD Kay!)

Termad led him through the hallways, amused. He finally reached a room near the end of the hallway--it had a very elaborate, fancy door compared to all the others in the hallway. He opened it and held it open for him, quite amused.

"Kindly take your shoes off before you step onto the main carpet," he entreats pointedly.

Cadence does as asked as he steps through the door.

This appeared to be Termad's room. It was, like the hallway, Chinese-themed...and it was also Panda-themed, making Charmase's nickname seem quite accurate.

Termad easily removed his shoes as he entered the room, setting them down on a dresser, and turned to Cadence, amused.

"Well?"

(And this is where we switch to the journal. XD 'Cause it can only get worse from here on. Pick one of yours this time.)

Cadence follows and raises an eyebrow. "Well what?"