((Not if I beat you too it *Psychopathic laughter*))
*The Perfectionist's head drops to an insane angle, reaching out the palm of its' hand and extruding its' bony white fingers, It clacks its' jaw back and forth silently. The famished flame searing within its' amethyst slits exhausts a wild roar as its' eyes come to a focal point on a small white envelope, peaked high on the reaches of a large mound of thick gravel. Jynx's feet slowly patternise with caution as it begins to ascend up the heights of the gritty hill, making each step a intense effort to keep its' balance. The expectedly uneven gravel gives way, scuttling and scratching through itself into a flatter shape on the ground, emerging swiftly from the suffocating bile of the ocean of gravel, its' fingers neatly hold the burden of the pure, white envelope. It stands up, looking around to see if anything is watching and dusting itself down with the bulk of its' palms; it's pale, painted face remains unsmeared and unsmudged. With a fury of impatience it savagely tears the skin of the envelope, eager to reveal its' contents and with success, retrieves the letter within in once peace. Reading the letter, It is shocked and disgusted at the quality of the handwriting in comparison to its' own produce of literate artisanry. Suprised by the origin and authors of the invitation being quite familiar, it begins to make the return journey back to For Rin.*