Deepak had been weird lately, both Dylan and Dolly noted it, even Dante voiced his opinion more, the shadowy figure having lurked along to watch his younger brother.

Deepak was speaking in tongues, no longer soft ohms and chiming cat motions, but candles and darkness, and a twisted posture. Like a horror movie monster perched on their couch. The Demitri's, all three found him interesting now, the other three D's made soft noises of detest.

Doug and Delilah poked their son, mostly at nightly routines, but could not seem to get answers from the normally jittery pup. He was composed now, moving in tangent with his own paws. A being unlike the Deepak they knew. Only unlike Dolly's pet phase or Dylan's Gothic ruse, it was not passing.

His eyes were tired, still, as they all left him alone, he smiled and relaxed. “Me time, perfect.”