Little Brother's Roommate??

[Cain Belasis]

Having practiced a bit with his magic, Cain was feeling upbeat and worn out simultaneously. It was kind of an odd sensation. Nevertheless, he was looking forward to checking out the hotel room that would be his temporary lodging. The place wasn't much to look at, fairly shabby and beat down. However, Cain wasn't exactly used to luxury, and anything with walls and a roof was a step up from his norm. The redhead was hoping that the bathroom had a lock on it so that he could take a shower without worrying about his bag for once. A bed would be nice. Really, there were a lot of things that he was expecting or hoping for; a talking head was not on the list.

Cain jumped what felt like a meter and swore as he wheeled around and stared at the television screen. Nox could've warned him that he had a cyborg butler or whatever. "Um, I'm Cain." He coughed awkwardly. "I'm a... friend of Nox's." That was stretching things but it seemed easier than explaining their awkward, somewhat brief interactions. "He's letting me crash with him for a bit while I get some things figured out."

Suddenly, Cain remembered that it wasn't exactly normal to be talking to a sentient television screen. At least not where he came from (maybe in Moscow, AI televisions were all the rage?). "Well, who are you then? Are you part of the TV or just hooked in from somewhere else?"