[size=9pt]It's gotten to the point where Moon doesn't leave the border. When he's not hosting Meetings, finding corpses, or staring at the ceiling of his room, begging whatever allmighty fuck sits in the clouds and calls the shots to give him a wink of fucking sleep, just a wink-- he's at the border. It means he can patrol until his paws trip themselves up against the dirt and his lids fall slack and he can go back to the Observatory and pass out.

The problem with this technique was that patrolling usually resulted in finding joiners. Which was all well and good - Moon preferred to be the one to give them the go ahead, these days, anyway - but the plan began its slow descent to crashing and burning when Moon has reached the point, hour 4 of trudging through the fields, where he's borderline collapsing in on himself with the need for sleep, a well-run shell of a creature. He's not the most welcoming to be around, these times.

"Lover boy?" Says the lion. One side of his lip lifts in a questionable facial expression, glassy eyes glancing the panther up and down. He scoffs a laugh. "Tell me you're fucking joking."

[size=9pt]"I think it's hilarious." Quips Moon immediately, almost harsh in his tone. He doesn't know why he's acting like an asshole. These days, it comes as easy as breathing. But this kid seems nice, and it's not as if he's to blame for any of the shit weighing on Moon at that moment in time, so by the time the panther speaks again, the lion finds it in himself to knock it off and act like the welcoming committee he's supposed to be.

'What's your name?' "Moon." He says after a brief pause, only realizing once he's spoken that this is the first time he's actually introduced himself at the border in weeks. Usually the creatures who turn up here are all tragic backstories and 'where's my mom's, and it's either all too hectic or he either doesn't get around to introducing himself. He's sure not to add the 'I run this place' because, right now, he's not exactly acting like it.

Gabe's voice pops up to his side and fades just as quick, a subtle reminder of all things bad, and it doesn't take Moon long to agree with the hybrid. "He's not far off." He warns, for some reason not so eager to let someone with a smile as pure as that fall victim to whatever the fuck has been going on in their territory, lately. "Got a ghost problem," They had more than that, but Moon wasn't about to list the murders. "Like fuckin' rats. Place is always cold and there's just fuckin'-- ectoplasm on everything. Wouldn't sit easy on my conscious if you ended up getting a Casper up your ass."

loverboy? it was such a strange name, who would name their child loverboy? although it seemed he didn't personally seem to have an issue with it, plus his nickname was simply adorable. eleanor wouldn't have responded in quite the way moon had, actually, she would have responded entirely different but that wasn't surprising, the both of them were almost entirely different in their mannerisms. nelly's bright eyes glanced across those who had gathered around the joiner, a warm smile slipping across her lips. scaring a joiner off probably wasn't the best thing to do, hopefully she could balance out their pessimistic nature.

things had been dreary around here, deaths, curfews, the whole place has a somewhat downtrodden attitude about it, but perhaps their attitudes were part of the issue. they needed to think positively, to welcome newcomers, ah, then again, she was only recently here herself. she barely knew the rest of those gathered, although she was doing her best to try and learn about everyone. "i'm eleanor, or nelly for short," the fluffy, she turned her eyes to moon, a gentle tip of her head contrasting his statement. "ghosts aren't so bad," she'd spent a while studying the supernatural, the souls trapped on this earth. "a caspar won't shoot up your... ah.... ass, maybe." a pout pursed the girls lips, her brows furrowing at her own statement.