Fursona - Data Cross

[Frisk E. Coyote]

[Guest Room]

Ray stretched, yawning contently. "In lame man's terms, he's working on ways to summon you to him. Sort of like pokemon, but without the balls." He said casually, adding some light brown, creamy liquid into the beaker, then tipped the contents of the tinfoil into it. The room smelled comfortably like lemonade, mint and chocolate. The mixture heated over the portable Bunsen burner, and he switched it off... then downed the contents of the beaker in one go. "Ahhh..." He sighed, tapping his notebook.

"I went a little further and formulated several theories on how to edit the data in said atoms, though its kinda risky." He snickered. "One wrong move, and the atom can split- and you know what happens when an atom splits!" Ray chuckled as if overjoyed by the thought. "-Or it can be really boring and easy, it depends on the relationship of Fursona and Creator. Say, you guys, Nothus and Erimis, have quite a deep, almost empathic bond... Its all in the power of the Creator's mind, and a place to record data. Oh, and the approval of the Fursona of course. The Fursona can reject edits... and that would leave some sort of mussed up error resorting in temporary erectile dysfunction or something similar."

[Mika's Room]

Prowl nodded, and padded quietly into her room, where he waited for her. Her room smelled like her, it was nice and comforting. The room wasn't bad either, Mika had a great home. He obediently stood on one area, refusing to poke around Mika's personal belongings. He shuffled his feet in place a little, feeling juuust a little awkward about standing in a girl's room with nothing but a towel on. Did she say perfume? He had a sensitive nose, but at least she wasn't going to trim his fur, or put a bow on his head like some sort of Tsi tzu.