Ridiculous house, ridiculous situation. Puffed up where he perched, body and head turned all the better to glare up at Reaper the perch- "Then don't invite me in next time." Said the man that didn't have to take the 'invite' in the first place, warily eyeing the perch as he was just invited that much further in.

Already hated the fact the door closed on it's own, but at least it didn't lock.

With a few beats of wings, that great horned owl known as 76 did make his way up. Perching, feathers even further ruffled up to the point he looked pretty damned fluffy.

At least all of this meant he could track this damned house if it ever managed to get too close to whatever area he was camping in. All the better to stay the hell away. Or where to look for Reaper if he did dare to stay in this thing.