Noctisardor Bypass blumine

He's just about to retreat, head home and maybe curl up next to Delight, when Mahler's scent grows stronger and a few beats later he appears. He halts his pacing abruptly, studying him for a moment; the man doesn't seem to harbor any ill feelings, at least not visibly, so he takes it as his cue to approach.
As he draws nearer, he finds he's not as opposed to the company as he'd thought. It feels odd and presumptuous to consider Mahler a friend, but he can't think of another word; they've become friendly with each other, in a way, despite all their differences— so, that's friendship. Still, it's a strange friendship, to say the least. Mahler. How are you? He greets, halting a few feet away.