[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."
'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."
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