Tannusen considered, trying to convince himself to just teleport the hell out of there. Maybe send someone over here with a proper conscious. Maybe Trahearne, that guy was always lonely too.

But eventually he huffed out a sigh. Trahearne would be too nervous to go to a strange guy's house even if Tannu asked him to!

"Fine, I'll just text the tree I live with so he doesn't think I moved out, again."

Yes, tree. Tannusen reached into his suit jacket for his phone and took a glove off with a pinch of his pearly white teeth so he could use the touchscreen properly. The skin of his hand was pale like his face, but dotted with old, smooth scarring. His wrist was worse, barely peeking out of his dress shirt.