isur finnished his shower, drying himself jest like dogs do. he set his own case on havoc's bed, opening it. inside were cloths, a brush for his fur, pills to keep his posion at low levels, but his own guitur. his was custom made to look like his head side on, it even had a glowing red eye. he soo wanted to be in a band but the closest he every got to that was working as a roadie.