He hated it here. He hated everything about it, from the horrid smell of the air to the artificial feel of the furniture. He hated the noise. He hated the cars and the televisions. Most of all, he hated his living arrangements. He almost wished Marcus would seal him back into the medallion. At least sleeping in the stone he didn’t have to deal with...well...everything. Still, the cramped quarters left much to be desired and though he knew Marcus would eventually kick him to the couch, as he did most nights, he made a point of spending as much time in the bedroom as possible, merely to annoy his “Master.” He wasn’t invading his space, he would argue. His master’s space was his space as well. He would go wherever Master was. And then he would bow and give a cheeky little grin.
The one thing he didn’t hate about this century was the food. It wasn’t so much the quality that appealed to him, as food from any period in time that he’d found himself in had the potential to be truly spectacular or infinitely dreadful. No, it was the quantity. He’d never been allowed portions so large, or with such variety. He didn’t need to eat, technically, but he enjoyed it a great deal, and had picked up on the finer points of ordering take out fairly quickly. Didn’t take much effort to memorize his master’s credit card number after all. And once he had it, he could order as much Pizza, Chinese, or Indian food as he wanted.
That was the thought that brought him out of the bedroom. He had some left over fried rice and a few slices of pizza. Vaguely, he was considering his options for combining the two in some way. He barely acknowledged Marcus as he opened the bedroom door and strode into the living area. He did, however, notice the lizard.
“A new pet?” he said, sounding just bored enough to be interested. “Suits you.” And he left it at that.