Owner Pose
Kyle Rayner     Nothing like a long LONG thursday in the hot summer sun. Metropolis isn't as bad as Gotham can be but that's simply because it was designed to be brighter, in many more ways than one. But it's still a scorcher.

    Which means it's the best time to have someone move into the tower. Keeping doors propped open, or going in through a window if that's deemed the easiest path, which, for people that can fly, it surprisingly is the path of least couch twisting.

    Kyle has worked up a heavy sweat, but his beat up Mario Kart shirt with oil stains and now sweat trails, really looks like it was owned by a mechanic.

    A water bottle in hand, and his free arm lifting the bottom of his shirt to dab at the sweat on his brow and a low sigh escapes his lips. "This... kinda sucks."
Terry O'Neil The heat of summer is absolutely the worst if you're covered in fur. It isn't exactly a picnic the rest of the year, either, although winter is nice thanks to the added protection... but summer is definitely the worst. Wear too many articles of clothing while leaping across rooftops or putting a bite in crime and you could end up a case of heat exhaustion or heatstroke. And nothing fails to strike fear in the heart of evildoers like bending over, puking your guts out, and then passing out from overheating in the middle of a fight. Well... it depends on whether you end up puking /on/ someone, probably.

Adapting for the heat, Vorpal isn't in his usual uniform but a black tank-top with his Cheshire grin logo in white, and black cycle shorts. This is the best he can do until he can get one of those snazzy unstable molecule numbers that House of Van Dyne can provide- but that's several years of saving ahead from now.

Water bottle in hand (remember, kids, hydrate!) the Cheshire Cat is traversing the dorms after assessing the damage caused by Raven flinging his bed through the window (long story), when he notices Kyle, looking like he just came out of a training montage in a martial arts movie. Adjusting his course, the feline walks over to his fellow Titan.

"Are my eyes deceiving me, or is the prodigal nightlight coming home?" he says with that trademark Cheshire grin of his. "I have been so enmeshed in the Wonderland issue that I must have missed the memo that you had come back! Although you seem to be overheating a bit... "
Kyle Rayner     Overlooking the boxes that fill his room, or at least the room he's claiming, and the bed not set up but propped against the wall, and the desk beside the matteress, keeping it from slumping further. The place is a mess and completely unsuited for living, but it's all his stuff and it's all in one place. Unpacking can come later.

    The couch in the hallway is, another matter. He isn't sure what he's going to do with it. An old thing from the 80's picked up at a goodwill or salvation army. Something someone else held onto for too long and THEN got rid of. Kyle looks out at it and then at the slightly familiar voice and he twists the cap back onto his own water bottle "Every pharmacists dream roommate!" Kyle says, standing fully at attention and grining towards Terry. "Couldn't live my life without the sniffles any longer." Kyle says teasingly.
Terry O'Neil "You /do/ know they've got shots for that, right?" Terry smirks and crosses his arms, "If you were hoping I'd shave myself bare for your return you are /sorely/ disappointed. Do you know how /creepy/ hairless cats look? I'm supposed to be the endearing one, not the one kids run away from screaming in terror." He takes a sip from his bottle of water. "That's /Raven/."

He looks over and spots the couch, "Huh. Did Garth and Wayne die and leave you the couch? Does this mean you're back for good? And do you need help moving that relic in? I have my ways, you know~"
Kyle Rayner     "And I hope you know, shots aren't cheap?" Kyle says, eyebrow shooting up on his forehead, and then a look up and away as he tries to recall, it's been some time, "Yeah, I do know, and no, I'd never ask anyone to shave that I wasn't dating." Kyle smirks, "And even then. I don't have that kind of ... bravery, or selfishness." The lantern says before shrugging his shoulders.

    "What? I thought it was at least from Ash's cabin in the woods, you don't like it?" He says smirking, knowing the thing is hideious and filthy, "And I'm back for good. Until something pops off in space and I have to go on a six or seven week hiatus, but I don't plan on leaving any time soon. No sir-ee, and if you want to help, sure, I was just gonna cheat and use the ring to do the rest." Kyle says laughing and slapping his leg.
Terry O'Neil Terry laughs, "Okay, so if you take me out to a dinner and a movie I might consider, like, trimming a little. Have you /seen/ the cost of movie tickets nowadays?" He takes a sip from his water bottle, "But the good news is? I joined the Justice League Dark and there's an introductory lesson on handling one's magic tonight. I could ask my mentor to help me come up with an anti-dander amulet or something like that so you won't break into the itchy dance when I'm around!" he winks an leans back against the doorframe, glancing back at the couch.

"Dude, why cheat? Our muscles need the workout! And it's also a team-building exercise. You ever tried to get a couch through a door in the hallway? It turns the two people doing it into the best of strategists or mortal enemies," he laughs and sets down his bottle, "Least I can do is help. You being back is pretty cool, we had a dearth of artistry around here." He walks towards the couch, examining it, "Beast Boy's crayon drawings pinned to the fridge don't count. So- how should we handle this monster?"
Kyle Rayner     "I don't want you to hurt yourself or get in trouble with your teacher." The young man says, and then cracks his water again to take a quick sip. "Seriously, I'll adjust in no time. Or I'll go buy some claritin or something." Kyle says, waving a hand before his face as if it wasn't all a big deal. It's fine. Really.

    "Cause it's a muscle too? I need to work it out sometimes too?" Kyle shrugs once more, then looks down at his couch, "Or, I could dotnate it to the common room?" As if that idea might be able to hold any water. "If you want to help, I appreciate it, and, I did ask Kaida if she'd let me draw her... though it might have been weird thing to say after meeting someone the first time." Kyle says, putting on his regretful sorrow face. - I'd just as soon blast it like a skeet target?" Kyle says chuckling.
Terry O'Neil "Dude, if you put that in the main room, Raven will set fire to it, I kid you not. Besides, you need something for people to sit in your room when watching movies or something." He chuckles, "And somewhere for me to shed all over. Anyways, I volunteer to be the one walking backwards, so grab the other end and we'll do our best to get it in there."

Bending over to secure a hold, the Cheshire adjusts his stance. "So tell me, what did you do on your year away? Exciting space adventures? Artistic retreat to a faraway land where you sketched interesting trees? Exciting road trip with comic relief friend? It can't be crazier than the year we've just had. You've just missed it, but Donna became not-Donna for a month and we had to fix a snag in reality. And there's a portal to Wonderland in the main room.,.. I'll explain the whole shebang of /that/ later..."
Kyle Rayner     "If you must walk backwards, but I'm not going to let you think of it as some sort of penance or anything like that, okay?" Kyle says as he squats and grabs purchase on the couch and "3, 2, 1, LIFT!" With a grunt and almost instantly beads of sweat reappear.

    "Oooo, it's too hot for this crap." He grumbles and inches his feet along in little pitter patter steps, trying not to bowl Terry down. He's in front, he's walking backwards, he takes the lead.

    "Maybe a montage?" Kyle says in grunt form.
Terry O'Neil "A montage... uff... sounds right," the cat says, "Don't worry about me walking backwards, it's an exercise in coordination!" he almost veers into the wall, "Exercise! See?" It's always a bit tricky, pivoting couches. The person walking backwards has to warn the other when they're about to be squished, for example. "If we can get my bit in just enough... then we can pivot..."

Of course, doors are not built for couch-travel. The piece of furniture often comes in at an angle, necessitating grips to shift, and then the other person usually has to move alongside the hallway wall either under the couch, or all sorts of positions. Nevertheless, a couch is the mark of a cachet for living quarters, Terry was not going to let Kyle simply get rid of his!

"Alright... maybe ... wiggling just a bit so I can move my arm under it and then we should be able to just push it straight in!"

That's the other consideration. Walking backwards into a room full of boxes without tripping over one of them.

Hard Mode, Engaged.
Kyle Rayner     He's a cat, cat's are great at balance and coordination as well as knowing a room without looking. Right? That's how they work.

    "But, grrr, as for me. I was out, being a solo sort of space cop... nff!" Kyle finally responds as he twists the couch, the part where the head rests and the butt sits brushing against the door frame. "Almost there. You... good?" Kyle asks, as the armrest hooks the door and they have to kind of spin into the room for the couch to simply Pop in.

    "We could have taken a windoooow out." Kyle notes as they set it down in the last clear space on the floor. "Feel free to shed on it now." Lantern says, smiling widely and appreciatively. "Thank you."
Terry O'Neil "It wouldn't be the first window to get taken out this week!" Terry says, and collapses on one half of the couch, panting over the heat and drinking water, "Rae threw my bed out my window because Gar was being irritating." Classic Rae.

"So you were being SpaceCop? Cool! I got to finally go into outer space shortly before you left." Sip. "And then I got lost in a paralell dimension through a black hole with Donna, Vic and Caitlin for three months. Everybody thought we were dead."

He stretches and pants and leans his head back against the couch, wiping at his forehead. "Did you have any time for sketching while out there? Any interesting drawings of strange new lives and new civlizations?" he grins. "You know. To boldly sketch where no one sketched before."
Kyle Rayner     "Threw your bed out... becuase Gar was annoying..." Kyle says, looking down at his fingers and trying to make the mental dots connect, and decides the aneurysm isn't worth it and gives up that challenge.

    "SpaceCop, though it was kinda more, space detective? I didn't have a partner, or a connection to the rest of the lanterns, though I tried. It was... so very bureaucratic." Kyle says, sitting on the other end and propping his feet up on a box that says 'books' on the side.

    "I saw a lot I will sketch, but not really any spare time to get any art done. I wanted to journal, but time for that was sparce too." The artist says with a frown passing over his lips. "It wsa adult time, and adult stuff only."
Terry O'Neil "Kyle, Kyle, Kyle, you are talking nonsense- and I'm the Cheshire cat, I know grade-A nonsense when I hear it." He reaches over and pats Kyle's shoulder, "Sketching is adult time. Very important adult time- just ask Van Gogh or Seurat. A job is what you do for others, art- is what you do for yourself." He leans back.

"Well, now that you're back here, you're going to have plenty of time to draw- and Kaida is an excellent subject. She's absolutely fascinating, that one. Plays things very close to the chest, though... we only see that cheerful part of her and the optimistic side, but I suspect there's also a side she doesn't really want to acknowledge..."

He goes quiet for a second, musing. "Like Gar, you know? How he's always joking and being cheerful and hoping everybody will love him? Well, you haven't really been around him that much. But I think Kaida's the same. I'm sure she is always glad that someone sees her instead of just looking, you know?"r
He mimics Kyle and rests his feet on another box. "You know, I never got to see that ring of yours in action. I'm looking forward to that! Those rings are cool as all get out."
Kyle Rayner     "I suspect everyone's got parts of them that they don't share with everyone. Not everyone has a squeaky clean history, or even personality." Kyle says, pressing the water bottle to his forehead and taking a deep breath as he closes his eyes. Taking the chance to relax just a bit more now that he's 'moved'.

    "She seemed beyond interesting, but I think I might have upset her, but we'll see in time." Rayner says, turning his head to look across his boxes and then reaches over after finding his search and then pulls out his sketch pad. Nothing elaborate yet, but he's drawing and talking at the same time. "I'd let you take a look now, but they don't work for anyone but the one they've chosen to let wear them." Kyle says shrugging once again.
Terry O'Neil Vorpal grins, "Oh, Kyle trust me, the /last/ thing you want is a Cheshire cat with one of those rings. Aren't they insanely powerful?" He leans closer to Kyle, "It's better that I be left with my /limited/ ability to create things like these-"

He extends his hand and, in a flash of chaos magic, a flamingo croquet mallet appears. The magical construct looks strange, its outlines looking like the chromatic aberration of a neon sign, but the glowing purple body seems solid enough. He hefts the mallets, swings it lightly, and then vanishes it.

"Speak for yourself, though. I share everything about myself with everybody. My life is an open book. A proverbial public library of information." And then a slow grin, "And that was absolutely a lie. You're right- a lot of people are afraid to show parts of themselves for fear of being judged. But my mom says that someone who judges you and still likes you after that is a friend."
Kyle Rayner     "Whoa." Kyle says dumbfoundedly watching the mallet in the air. "I mean, that's something. At least you get to pick the colors! Right?" He asks before a green cylinder appears in his hand with a green vague tether to the ring and with a motion a 'laser sword' sprouts from the construct, complete with the little explosion at the hilt to make it look more dynamic. He swings it around in the air briefly, making the noises to go with it and then poof, it's gone just as fast as Terry's mallet.

    "But yeah, they're quite amazing. For me it's the whole flying SUPER fast. It's... liberating and joyous." Kyle says, looking upwards to the ceiling as if he could see the very sky through the countless roofs and floors between him and it.

    "Well, I'm not judging you, but I'd still like to call you friend Terry. If you'd let me?"
Terry O'Neil "Nah, I can't choose the color, unfortunately, it's all made up of chaos magic and... apparently chaos magic is purple?" He grins and shrugs, "But I could cast an illusion over it and make it look like a regular object, I guess. I ever need to. So far I've been fine bopping bad dudes on the head with neon chaos objects, though."

He rests his hands behind his head and nudges Kyle's leg with his foot, "Do you even need to ask? Of course, my friendship does come with one condition. You see, flying under my own power is the one thing I /can't/ do, and the thing I've always wished I could. I would definitely not say 'no' to being swept around at crazy speeds in a green bubble. I'm always welcoming of liberating and joyous." He winks, "And in exchange, I'll bake you some of mom's city-famous tiramisu bites with Irish cream. They're to die for."
Kyle Rayner     "How would you feel about being Yoda instead of in a green bubble?" Kyle asks, looking down to his foot, following it from the point of contact up back to Terry with his laid back seated position. "I never expected I'd have to bribe my way into the titans." He says teasingly and smirking. "I'll take any baked goods though, as long as it doesn't have hair in it." He teases back with his own foot nudging Terry's.
Terry O'Neil Terry lets out a 'Hah!' and nudges Kyle's foot again, getting into the back-and-forth, "Sir, you insult me! For your information, I change into my human form to bake! But- even that /one/ time I did not, there was only /one/ hair." Pause. "That could be found. They probably ate the rest." Pause. "But my point stands!"

"And how would I be Yoda? Do you mean I should turn short, green and wrinkly and sprout big pointy ears? That's Gar in, like, fifty years, not me! You've got the wrong Titan."
Kyle Rayner     Kyle looks back to Terry with wide eyes. "Shouldn't have told me that, now I can set rules like, no cat-form on my couch." He explains and then pauses before sticking his tongue out. Giggling slightly too. "But no, I meant get a backpack or just hold onto my back, or something like that. Green hamster ball sounds... lame." Kyle says with a smirk. "I am not trying to make you short and grumpy-... er."
Terry O'Neil "Hey now, I'm not grumpy. I just get... hangry sometimes. But I don't turn into Betty White, so that's good, right?" He grins, "I can change into human form if you want me to, though, you just need ask! I don't think you've actually /seen/ my human form, come to think of it."

He sets his foot down on Kyle's box and pretends to engage him in a war of conquering the box by pushing off the invader off it, all in jest, of course.

"So me hanging on to you? Okay, I could do that!" he raises an eyebrow, "But I'll have to be in human form, or else you're going to break out into hives all out and then people will think you're, like, Sinestro, and will blame me for it."
Kyle Rayner     "We all get hangry once in a while Terry, and I can't say I'd want you to turn into Betty White, especially as of late." Kyle says, raising and eyebrow and then watching his feet fall from the sudden battle Terry instigates.

    Looking back to the boxes and then leaning back so he can get his feet back up and without a hint, a pair of green 'foot-cuffs' appear around Terry's ankles and then Kyle pushes his feet into Terry's. "I'm not /THAT/ allergic..." Kyle notes with a sniffle and a grin.
Terry O'Neil "Fighting dirty, I see! Ring-side privileges," he says, gesturing to the cuffs. "Funny enough this isn't the first time I've been in cuffs. Though the last time, it was a Gotham villain who fainted when I but did this-"

He moves his legs by putting them up on the couch but, shockingly, the feet stay where they are, cuffs around ankles and everything! The Cheshire cat rests the perfectly rounded stumps on the couch, and then grins as the feet on the box disappear and re-appear at the end of his stumps. "Illusion powers are super handy," he says, returning his feet to their starting position against Kyle's.

"Of course, I usually can magic them open. I don't know if I'd be able to do that with your special greenlight cuffs. It's worth experimenting!" he says, always one for that level of curiosity. It was useful to know what your friends could do, in case you ever needed to combine powers.

He leans in and shoves his shoulder against Kyle's and then sits back up, "Suuuure, suure, you're not /that/ allergic. And you're sniffling because you just saw Encanto for the first time and you just realized /why/ they don't talk about Bruno, right?" the Cheshire winks a green eye at Kyle.
Kyle Rayner     "Wait wait wait..." Kyle says, havaing to look away with a gasp as Terry's feet COME. OFF!

    "What part is the illusion?" Kyle asks, keeping his lunch down, barely. He keeps the cuffs active, but reaches forwards to touch where the feet SHOULD be if the popping off part was an illusion. Or was Terry's feet never really there? He has so many questions, then before he can touch the cat-toes, he's bumped into the shoulder and he rolls into the arm of the couch.

    "Cheater." Kyle snerks, "Not that allergic. Not yet." Rayner says with another coy grin tugging at his lips. "And yet, now I'm still curious about the magic on the ring stuff too. I've no idea."
Terry O'Neil "Oh, the feet being left behind were the illusion, and the stumps. I had my feet on the whole time!" the Cheshire grins, and for a moment it is Wonder Woman, not Terry, sitting on Kyle's couch. When he speaks, he even does so with that famously husky voice, and accent, "Being a trickster wouldn't be half as fun if I couldn't actually trick people now, wouldn't it?" the illusion fades and the Cheshire is back to his old self. He pivots around to rest his feet on Kyle's leg and then he sits forward.

"See? Right there, solid as could be. Now... shall we try the magic thing? For experiment's sake. Don't tell Nadia, though, she would probably want us to replicate the experiment under controlled conditions, with sixty cameras and sensors to record input and energy variations. For an informal experiment, this will have to do."

He extends a finger to touch the cuffs, and a pinpoint of purple energy beings to form, "Alright, let's see what happens! I'm going to try to force the cuffs open--" and then he discharges a miniature chaos wave at the cuffs.
Kyle Rayner     Kyle nods, "So the cuffs were never off, but.. Hmmm. WHOA!" The young man says, surprised to see Diana suddenly in his room, on his couch and then a fisted slug gets thrown into Terry's arm after that, "Don't do that without warning. I don't need any kind of... fetish to be awoken like that." He says with a laugh.

    The cuffs remain, as Terry's feet and cuffs end up on his leg and he's watching Terry try and see if his magic will beat Kyle's will power. With as distracted as the Lantern is, it's not impossible for Terry's magic to convince Kyle that it should beat his construct. With little fanfare beyond cracking like glass, the cuffs shatter into shards of hardlight and then fade when Kyle's concentration is allowed to lapse. "Whoa... Never seen that before."
Terry O'Neil "That's cool!" the cat says, eyes going a little wider, "But don't fret, I'm sure that if you put your full juice behind it I wouldn't be able to even move your cuffs." He grins and raises both eyebrows, "Fetishes? Oh gee. I guess technically I /could/ look like just about anything anyone desired. But... why go to such trouble when I'm already perfect?" he says, in a perfect display of feline humility, and leans back to rest his head against the arm rest, cushioned by his arms.

"Are you allowed to use your ring for such frivolous uses, though? Aren't you going to get in trouble for using up..." he pauses, and realizes he really doesn't know much about how the lanterns work. "Er, magical lime juice?" he makes a guess, giving Kyle a sheepish grin. "You're the first Lantern I've ever talked to, so I am not brushed up on the particulars."
Kyle Rayner     "I-d-k." Kyle says with a shrug, "Maybe if I was really focused and it was super important maybe. I'm told this stuff is will based, so sure that makes sense." He says with a chuckle before cocking an eyebrow up, "I'm sure most people here would freak out slightly and dream of ... spending time with Wonder Woman. WHO Wouldn't? And there are different um... kinds of perfect. Yeah." That is so very true. It has to be. Space cop said so. That's how these things work.

    "They gave me a big battery to charge it up with when it's low, and Ganthet didn't say anything about 'being responsible' but to follow my heart and do good with it. Fun is good." Kyle asks more than reports.
Terry O'Neil "Pfff, well... in /that/ meaning of 'spending time'? Me. To quote a great writer, I am 'gayer than a tree full of monkeys on nitrous oxide.'" The Cheshire flashes a grin, "But I recognize Diana has the beauty of the gods with her, and she is especially beautiful within. I have been lucky to be considered a friend by her, although I have never felt like I deserved it." He glances at Kyle and smirks, "If you promise to behave yourself, we can go to the Themysciran arts center one day and I can introduce you to her. But you have to promise not to embarrass me. She is /super/ nice, but she's... you know. Wonder Woman. Daughter of Zeus. Hundreds of years old. She's imposing even when she doesn't mean to be. The first time I met her, she gave me her cloak as a gift and I fainted."

He rubs his forehead with his hand, "I am /never/ going to live that down, by the way. Donna constantly jokes that Diana might give me a towel or a napkin and that I'll swoon." He rolls his eyes.

"A lantern. Like a magic lantern. That's pretty special! I think we can have a /lot/ of fun together making things... mind you, I still have limits as to what I can do." He nudges Kyle's leg with his foot, "I wonder what is it that powers those lanterns. You know, they don't give those rings to just about anyone, that's how you know you're pretty awesome."
Kyle Rayner     "I wasn't gonna ask, but I also felt like I didn't need to guess either." Kyle says to Terry with a playful wink afterwards, and then a boyish shrug. "But... if you keep talking about Wonder Woman like that, I may beg you to take me to her sooner rather than later, but I also worry I'll stick my foot in my mouth and get a foot up my backside..." Kyle explains, rubbing his ear briefly and then sniffling again. "You fainted? No... I - okay yeah, I kinda believe it." Kyle smirks, "I'd probably faint too. And no, you won't live it down, bragging about that to everyone is kind of an open invite to be teased about it."

    Then the subject is switched to his ring once again and he holds his hand out, restting his palm on Terry's shin that still is on his own leg, "Thanks, sometimes it feels like I'm not special, or anything noteworthy, and ... then this thing shows up, and you people show up nearly at the same time..." He wipes his free palm against his face. Not crying.
Terry O'Neil "Bragging about it? It happened in front of the /entire/ team. Including Raven. You are going to hear about anyways, so I might as well own it," Terry says with a chuckle. And that makes it not embarrasing, totally. Right.

The cat looks at Kyle wiping his eyes and sits up, one hand to pat Kyle's hand, and the other one to reach over and ruffle the lantern's hair. "It's ok. I know /exactly/ how you feel. I didn't expect to end up like I did-- I was always told I'd be a nobody, that I was never anygood and always a disappointment. That I was sinful. I always figured out the story would always be about someone else, you know?"

"And then stuff changed, suddenly there's people who value me. It's pretty overwhelming. And it can also make you feel like you don't deserve it." After all, hadn't he just said he didn't think he deserved Diana's friendship? He scoots closer to put an arm around Kyle's shoulders and he offers him a glowing hankie with his free hand. "Trust me. I know how it is. And don't worry about hiding getting teary- like, Vic and Caitlin get teary-eyed over pet adoption commercials, nobody is going to judge you," he jokes.
Kyle Rayner     Kyle takes the hanky, "You don't blow your nose in this thing do you?" He asks, trying to defend himself with comedy and a smirk as he wipes his tears once again. "Stupid allergies." He blames that too, both of them in the room knowing it's something more than that, something much more profound, and yet, "Thanks again." He says, not quite ready to go into a therapy session.
Terry O'Neil Terry Squeezes Kyle's shoulder, "Hey, no worries. Seasonal allergies are terrible," the Cheshire says with a knowing smile, "Especially around the tower. It's like we've got dandelions growing in the vents."

He glances around the room and nods, sitting in silence with the comforting arm around the lantern's shoulders before giving one more supportive squeeze and then tucking the hanky into the waistband of his cycling shorts. "I should probably let you unpack and rest. Allergies take it out of you and you'll probably also want to get some food from the main room before you faint. But don't you think I'm not taking you upon that ride across the skies." He grins. "Scarlet Spider let me swing with him while I was holding on to him like that. But you also don't need to be careful with me, because if I fall I can just catch myself with a Rabbit Hole."

He sits up and stretches, "Hey, you take me flying and I'll take you on a Rabbit Hole ride! That's a good trade!"
Kyle Rayner     "That sounds like a deal, Terry." Kyle says, watching and even helping Terry get up, moving his own feet down and out of the way of the miniscule path to the doorway.

    "And, um, hey. Thank you." Kyle says, smiling faintly.
Terry O'Neil The Cheshire stops at the doorframe and looks back at Kyle, smiling back.

"Hey, no sweat, Nightlight. What, after all, are friends for?"

And then he vanishes. First, it is the tail, then the feet, an dthen the torso, and then finally his head, leaving behind a grin floating in the air for a few seconds.

Then, the grin says in a playful lilt, "And don't forget to floss!" and then the grin is gone, and the Cheshire walks out of the room.