Nope, still nothing. He really should have at least studied a little, but things kept coming up and he'd never found the time. Or anyone to ask to teach him, being as he's been keeping his distance from his friends for quite some time.

Subtly he sniffs, as if taking stock of the room before sauntering over to make himself comfortable in one of the chairs at the table. The apartment is definitely different, less lived in, and those little details aren't lost on him. On the bright side, it made finding somewhere to sit easier.

"Heh, yeah. I'm hard to keep up with."

Sometimes he's a little faster than traffic. In the city anyway, since he can skip straight past stoplights.