GHOST BOYS ➵ joining

[arcy]

"Traps? Gators?" It's with a touch of alarm that Paranormalhoax echoes the, uh, dragon-dog. F .. Fenris .... Fenrisulfr!! That was a strange name, and even harder to get right. Paranormalhoax would say that his name was long, but Paranormalhoax's name was pretty long, too. At the least, his was pretty memorable. Still, it's with this in mind that Paranormalhoax stumbles a few steps closer to his new clanmates. And wasn't that a strange word? Clanmates. He was a clan dog now. Weird. And frightening, yes.
In any case -- did Paranormalhoax consider himself a paranormal investigator? Not ... really? He looked into the unknown in whatever ways he could, and he sought answers, but it was only really a hobby. Granted, Paranormalhoax did have a habit of overreacting to stuff. Why was he so calm right now? Cause he was gonna scream when he was on his own. Like -- ear-piercingly loud. He was just ... bottling it up right now. So he doesn't scare them away. Or make him think he's an absolute freak so soon! I mean -- he was kind of a freak, though. I mean ... a chimera dog? Rare, less heard off than chimera cats. Lightning scars? Subtle but there and concerning. Oh, but right.
Another person approaches. This time, they're a little more ... gruesome? The entire left cheek is basically missing, or just -- disfigured. And Paranormalhoax is ... a little put off. Christ. Just -- this entire cat looks pretty awful, scarred and mangy. So Paranormalhoax stares for a moment, blinking, you can't blame him. Then, hurriedly, he averts his eyes. That was rude. Whoops. Right, a nickname. Paranormalhoax tries not to let his expression sour at that -- and also the way Beck skewered his name, in general. He tries not to blame the other, he really does -- can't be easy with that ... mangled cheek. And Paranormalhoax's name was awfully long. "Who wouldn't give me a nickname?" He scoffs, not harshly, just -- accepting, but a little bitter. Was Paranormalhoax a little bit too sensitive about nicknames? Yes. Yes he was. He could admit to that full-heartedly. "Para or Hoax are the more used ones, though," He offers, in a might more casual tone. Hoax was his personal favorite, though. Not that he was gonna say that because Paranormalhoax wasn't going to admit any of his feelings right here. So, carefully, Paranormalhoax looks back up at Beck, and successfully manages to not focus on the other's scars or anything. Step one? Completed. At least till the other literally ripples. He blinks. Oh my god that's a ghost, Paranormalhoax, intelligent as ever, thinks, and resists the urge to scream, yet again. And then he hesitates. A ghost? Quite the assumption to make, wasn't it? And maybe a little rude. It was just ... a ripple? Was it a ripple? Was Paranormalhoax absolutely insane? Probably? So it's with a few furious blinks that Paranormalhoax convinces himself to not overthink this immediately. Will he overthink this later, and whenever he sees Beck? Absolutely. Would he ask anybody for clues? Absolutely not. "... Recently? I've mostly been wandering from place to place, nowhere specific," Paranormalhoax replies, and eyes Beck's paw for a few moments. A ... handshake? A pawshake? Odd. Still, Paranormalhoax, after a few moments, seats himself so he doesn't completely unbalance himself, and, a little awkwardly, outstretches his paw. How does one pawshake? Good question, but Paranormalhoax makes an attempt anyways.

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