Okay, their's...something wrong. At least initially, he had felt fine, but it felt like just at the same moment that he heard the voice of another person, a girl's, something came along, and kicked his brain with a pair of steel-toed boots."Huh? Uhh..." The words he only vaguely caught, and struggled to hold onto; they felt like grains of sands slipping through his hand, fingers spread out.<br/><br/>"...Don't know. I don't know what this is?" Their was a note of aggravation in his voice, though it's subdued. Before he really knew what was going on, she seemed to be right in his face, and it caused him to recoil; and then, just as quickly, it felt, she had backed off again. Feeling off-kilter, it took him a moment to recognize that the bracelet he had on had done something.<br/><br/>Staring blankly at it, he wondered how in the hell you even said that strange word, to say nothing of what it actually is. He felt like he was trudging along slowly, but in truth, his pace was a casual walk as he followed after her,  the slightest drop of drool at the corner of his mouth.<br/><br/>He moved towards the kitchen, and, perhaps through luck, managed to not trip over his own feet or crash into anything. He wasn't sure what the hell was going on, but he felt hot, and wanted something that would cool him down. Imagine his shock and surprise when he sees a kitchen that is not only bare of appliances, but doesn't even have a refrigerator/freezer!<br/><br/>"Whaahaa? The fuck." He glared angrily at the space where a refrigerator should be, oblivious to the command that Willow was receiving.