Matthew looked at her. "Ouch. That sounds like an odd way to play rock paper scissors." He said with a light laugh." It wasn't truly heartfelt but it was an attempt at laughing. It was slightly real but mostly faked. He was quite skilled at faking laughter. Quite skilled at faking smiles. At faking happiness. He was good at it but it didn't mean he felt it. Except when he was with Viola. Then he actually felt a bit of happiness. He looked at her. He smiled a bit. "Well...I couldn't find you at the tea house so I came here." He said softly. He followed her as she tugged him into the hall. Taking in the house that until a little bit ago he'd only seen from the outside. He looked around as she tugged him along. Blinking at the bright orange mist hovering on the floor on the floor. Blinking as he actually SAW the ghost. How was he able to see the ghost? He couldn't see ghosts normally. He had only ever felt them. His grandmother he had only seen because of the drugs. He watched the tiger pad over in a solid form. He vaguely remembered the tiger. He blinked as his wounded hand was licked. Feeling the tiger rubbing him. He slowly began to stroke the tigers head with his hand. "Nice to see you Flotsam." he said softly. Smiling a bit as he liked animals. Animals of all kinds. He even loved bugs. Because he had tried raising several types of bugs. He even tried raising a spider but his family killed them. He looked at Viola. "Did the souls of the insect pets I had move on? Would they remember me? I did everything I could to make them feel special." he said softly. "Its something I've always wondered about...if they cared about me as I did them." He looked at Flotsam. Kneeling down and hugged the tiger.