The three prinnies skittered after the two blonds, sneaking en masse from hiding place to woefully inadequate hiding place with every intention to see this mysterious...thing...they were going to do in the braided one's room.

At least, that was the plan until certain comments were made.

"We're not freaks! We're prinnies, dood!" Keesling retorted indignantly, earning him a sound thump on the head from Bellatrix for spoiling their latest hiding place. Figuring their strategy wasn't working, the three prinnies abandoned their latest hiding place (a small, horrendous chintz armchair) and followed the two blonds openly.