[Shadow remains laying on the table for a moment. Doesn't suit him. Who brought him to this very point to begin with? He scoffs as he moves to sit back up. The area is still dimly lit by the sparks coming off his fur, his body tensing when he sees where the water level was. Nearing the knees of the alien creature.
There's something else though. The light from his quill illuminates a familiar piece of paper, stuck to the side of the couch. He could probably grab it without leaving the table. The cake is knocked into the water as he shifts to reach for the folded paper. Was there still any writing on it after being in the water for so long?]
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There's something else though. The light from his quill illuminates a familiar piece of paper, stuck to the side of the couch. He could probably grab it without leaving the table. The cake is knocked into the water as he shifts to reach for the folded paper. Was there still any writing on it after being in the water for so long?]