Meep's long ears twitched as he heard movement upstairs. Yawning, he got up, stretching till ever joint in his long body popped loudly. His mismatched eyes glowed slightly in his dark basement room. He had never left, mostly cause he had no where else to go. He spent most of his days cleaning the bar from top to bottom encase anyone showed up. Heading up the stairs, he poked his head out of the trap door that lead down to his room. He saw feet and raised a brow. Sinking into a nearby shadow, he soon appeared behind the man and watched him silently, not really remembering him.