06-15-2018, 01:09 AM
Despite being a demon, Nos lacked almost everything a demon was. Sure, he was a little shit who could go a little wild now and then. Even though, one might even call Nosferatu nice. He was kind and caring, it just took certain things to set him off. The drive to inflict injury on another without just cause really was not his style. He typically flirted and danced his way through hairy situations, but the older he got, the more rusty his quirks got. It scared him a little bit, to say the least. He had killed and maimed before, sure, but he never went looking for trouble, usually. Having grown up around rather kind souls, he learned to tame his nature.
He tensed up as Ramsay spoke, unable to logically think of a way to react to such demonic behavior. Oh the Irony. Then he remembered, if he could joke and make his ol' pal Fragilepast look like a little ray of pitch black, he could handle this. He was out of practice, that was all. "Heh, don't think I want to. I'd honestly rather have a video of me giving birth as cat playing on a constant loop." It felt weird knowing he had even given birth, as a female, of course. He shivered. It seems he also acquired a reality check while stuck this way. Nos really needed to forget about his past life as it served no purpose to him now.
Nosferatu's eyes followed the other's to the bread he held. What the hell was he even going to do with it if he was attacked. Beat Ramsay over the head with it? Maybe the other would be too confused by the act that it would give the smaller demon a brief moment to escape. Maybe he could find that screaming child and fling it at Ramsay. It was worth a shot, if push came to shove. Narrowing his eyes slightly, he sat the stick of bread and dustpan on the shelf beside him.
His body tensed as Ramsay stepped towards him, but he remained where he was. What was the worst that could happen? He knew, but he did not let it infiltrate his thoughts. "Eh, well, species wise we are the same. Other than that, nah, you're a bit more... Crazy than I am. I'm just out and about for a good time, and not the murder, stabbing kind of way." Maybe he would buy some bread and go feed some pigeons after this. Some wholesome demon fun. He could not define what Ramsay's version of fun was, but he was a bit afraid to ask. Nos could not imagine finding fun in torturing someone, but, of course, everyone had their ways. "You know what's fun? Getting into a shopping cart and having someone push you really fast through the store. Sometimes the cart tips over and it hurts like a bitch, but it's pretty thrilling." Sarcasm was his best friend. "Or are you looking for something a bit milder? Try going vegan, save the Earth. Animals have feelings too - Oh, wait! I don't know if you realized that or not." His trademark smirk crawled across his face - He still had it.
He tensed up as Ramsay spoke, unable to logically think of a way to react to such demonic behavior. Oh the Irony. Then he remembered, if he could joke and make his ol' pal Fragilepast look like a little ray of pitch black, he could handle this. He was out of practice, that was all. "Heh, don't think I want to. I'd honestly rather have a video of me giving birth as cat playing on a constant loop." It felt weird knowing he had even given birth, as a female, of course. He shivered. It seems he also acquired a reality check while stuck this way. Nos really needed to forget about his past life as it served no purpose to him now.
Nosferatu's eyes followed the other's to the bread he held. What the hell was he even going to do with it if he was attacked. Beat Ramsay over the head with it? Maybe the other would be too confused by the act that it would give the smaller demon a brief moment to escape. Maybe he could find that screaming child and fling it at Ramsay. It was worth a shot, if push came to shove. Narrowing his eyes slightly, he sat the stick of bread and dustpan on the shelf beside him.
His body tensed as Ramsay stepped towards him, but he remained where he was. What was the worst that could happen? He knew, but he did not let it infiltrate his thoughts. "Eh, well, species wise we are the same. Other than that, nah, you're a bit more... Crazy than I am. I'm just out and about for a good time, and not the murder, stabbing kind of way." Maybe he would buy some bread and go feed some pigeons after this. Some wholesome demon fun. He could not define what Ramsay's version of fun was, but he was a bit afraid to ask. Nos could not imagine finding fun in torturing someone, but, of course, everyone had their ways. "You know what's fun? Getting into a shopping cart and having someone push you really fast through the store. Sometimes the cart tips over and it hurts like a bitch, but it's pretty thrilling." Sarcasm was his best friend. "Or are you looking for something a bit milder? Try going vegan, save the Earth. Animals have feelings too - Oh, wait! I don't know if you realized that or not." His trademark smirk crawled across his face - He still had it.