03-23-2020, 02:05 AM
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A volatile reaction wasn't unexpected. However, two people laughing at his first prank in months was. He wasn't that funny. No, he could never be. His antics should've been looked down upon as childish, malevolent mischief, stemmed from boredom and a lack of discipline. They shouldn't be laughing.
And yet he still couldn't stop a crooked, close-lipped smile, a soft pride beaming in his damaged chest.
His bashful appreciation only endured a moment, interrupted by the angered shriek of a wounded ego. A small noise of surprise escaped him, but sharp reflexes acted faster than his brain. His apparition lost its tangibility in a blink, allowing Evarhi to pass through where he would have grazed his shoulder. Being dead sure had a lot of perks, if he must admit. Beck took a wary step back, even as Aurum lunged to the rescue. A scowl darkened his freckled features at this. Five centuries of isolation and existing on the scraps of society taught him more than enough to know how to defend himself.
Holding his tongue until the scolding ceased, the poltergeist sighed, slumping with the weight of fatiguing years on his shoulders. "He's fine, Aurum. It's my fault for a dumb joke anyway," Beck wheezed, a knowing seriousness to his tone odd when coming from his mouth. Lifeless eyes turning to the serval, he stuck out a bandaged paw as a peace offering, the pad exposed leathery and unfeeling with old burns, yet tangible once more. "Sorry for that. Can we start over? I'm Beck."
And yet he still couldn't stop a crooked, close-lipped smile, a soft pride beaming in his damaged chest.
His bashful appreciation only endured a moment, interrupted by the angered shriek of a wounded ego. A small noise of surprise escaped him, but sharp reflexes acted faster than his brain. His apparition lost its tangibility in a blink, allowing Evarhi to pass through where he would have grazed his shoulder. Being dead sure had a lot of perks, if he must admit. Beck took a wary step back, even as Aurum lunged to the rescue. A scowl darkened his freckled features at this. Five centuries of isolation and existing on the scraps of society taught him more than enough to know how to defend himself.
Holding his tongue until the scolding ceased, the poltergeist sighed, slumping with the weight of fatiguing years on his shoulders. "He's fine, Aurum. It's my fault for a dumb joke anyway," Beck wheezed, a knowing seriousness to his tone odd when coming from his mouth. Lifeless eyes turning to the serval, he stuck out a bandaged paw as a peace offering, the pad exposed leathery and unfeeling with old burns, yet tangible once more. "Sorry for that. Can we start over? I'm Beck."