The male sat up stairs looking down at his bare cut up feet from the grass out back, his eyes were partially closed as he stood up and meandered to his bedroom door. His room was very plain, dark, dismal, one cot, a desk, and a few dusty shelves. In all things... he never took care of his room. Reaching out to his door knob he turned it and the door opened with a creak, the Ghost Phoenix sighed and walked out softly shutting the door. His deep red colored eyes shown how tired he was as the male walked down the hall to the stair case, his wings were not there but his white long sleeved shirt had hole in the back, cut so he could use them as he wished. Spectre walked down the stairs and slowly went into the main hall looking around, coming to the door he opened it and leaned out a little. The cat who came to his house often was waiting. He let the cat in and smiled softly, his black claws were on the wood of the door as he peaked around. Slipping back he went inside and shut the door softly. He walked to his piano and began to play. He loved the sound of it. The Ghost Phoenix hummed and played without word. The cat sat in his lap as he did.