Winking, Prizmo decided to fit some fun into his dreams. "No worries, little Draculi. I don't mind being your Romeo," he said with a smirk and an ill-hid chuckle. Poetic, the Werecain could honestly say he was not, but it wasn't like he couldn't appreciate the art. Reaching a paw over, he used his claws to lightly scratch at the Mimebones' ear. "Chester, huh?" He didn't know what the Cheshire cat was, but he guessed he was glad for it allowing for such an interesting character to be around. "You're pretty cute for a little dude."
Looking around, he wondered what they should do next. "I should warn you, though, I'm pretty chatty." And he was, in reality, awfully chatty. Prizmo was the type of personality that would talk to a wall, and most likely, get the wall to talk back. Not only was he full of things to say, he was full of interesting things to say, as well as inappropriate and ill-timed things to say. Grinning with his full set of canines, he stood fully in his Medium-sized form, tails swaying roughly from the movement. He'd always thought his tails were rather bushy, and took away from his dashing appearance, but there was no possible way to defluff them.
((That's fine. I don't mind poetry in the least, though I'm horrid at it, myself. *points to sig* Example A.
Prizmo, as you might notice, comes up with some interesting words, even in thought. Sometimes he just can't find the right description for things, despite his intelligence. *points to the word 'defluff'.))