There had been a figure Irina hadn't seen, and possibly didn't expect for a long while. Ghiaccio, his blue hair was combed back as he had on a sweater, black overcoat and two pairs on pants with booths. He was rolling around in a fuсking wheelchair, it was prevalent that the shot still hindered him a ton. He also had a bag on his lap. He had a disgruntled look on his face as he rolled along to Irina. "Miss me you mute vileblood? Leaving me at that forsaken Gothic Victorian whatever the hell it is castle! Now now, your friend Ghiaccio isn't [i]entirely[/i] ungrateful. Not leaving me to rot and die was a kind gesture and I thank you for that. In fact, I'm not even mad at you. I'm PISSED at that Furry shitbag that made me into this crippled mess! I just want to grab his neck and wring the life out of him! Agh! But...I did acquire something and did my research on it while you left me. So I suppose it isn't [b]too bad[/b] that you left me, otherwise I wouldn't have obtained a special object that'll free me from this cursed chair!"