“I think Pan will love to hear that you enjoyed it,” Octavian smiled as he sipped on his kid of soup, it was really good. When the colder weather came around he hoped Byron would still be interested as he could bring cocoa and they could possibly make a snowman or snow angels or any stupid little showtime game they could think of. “Wren probably won’t be enjoying that conversation, he’s very protective and isn’t fond of the fact that you are from inside the walls...” He gave a slight shrug to his shoulders. Wren was his adoptive father but he was a grown man at this point in his life and this was the choice he had decided to make. To take a chance in life and see where it’d bring him.<br/><br/>“You know the stupid sayings about not living life so comfortably? That’s what I’m doing now... I’ve always done what I was told, always in my safe little flower shop. Now I’m here, drinking soup and talking to a non mutant... and I like it much better this way, with you,” Octavian was an expressive creature, the complete opposite of Byron. He enjoyed letting his emotions out and sharing the scary thoughts, and for whatever reason he felt like he could trust the person who was taught to hate and slaughter mutants. How could this happen? He couldn’t answer that, it was just some luck and fate that drew them together, to enjoy each others company for however long it would last.<br/><br/>He was pulled from his thoughts when Byron started to talk again. “I love sweet, so I’d love some,” Behind Octavian his small nud of a tail was slowly wiggling under his shirt. He had a major sweet tooth, and cookies from a little child sounded like it could be the sweetest treat in the world at the moment. “I bet she was nice to give you some,” He hummed, glancing at the basket where he assumed the cookies had been stored along with that precious flower box.<br/><br/>Because of the bad hearing he had in his floppy little deer ears Octavian couldn’t hear that soft little sound that Byron was able to pick up. Cocking his head he watched the other look back, though there was nothing there from what the boy could see. Nothing but the wall and the small hole that led into whatever was past them. “Something wrong?” He hushed his voice a bit Incase there was actually something lurking around them. Deers weren’t predatory creatures and he had not been given the powerful hooves of a deer so he was quite a defenseless mutant yo say the least. He could probably stab someone with his antlers, but he wouldn’t have the guts to do such a violent thing to someone.