The Antichrist

Mary had to grin when the ghoul hit the mask’s horn against the wall and held back a snicker. “No, I was just wondering who you are. I don’t think we’ve met before.” He explained, still grinning at the ghoul. "I'm Mary." He introduced himself politely, even going as far as to bow his head a little before looking back up at the other expectantly.

Copia didn’t ask before stepping in as well, figuring it would be okay. He sat down behind Mary so Mary could sit against his chest. “Are you sure you’re gonna be okay?” He asked softly.

Mary relaxed when he felt the warm body behind him and nodded. “Yeah, I can feel my body already regenerating. It’s just really draining, you know.” He replied with a sigh. "I mean you don't. You can't know. Just- it takes a lot of energy and makes me drowsy."

“A gift for you Mary! I picked it out just for you.” Inside the box was an ornate knife, he spent all his allowance on it and knew Mary would love it. It even had gems embedded in it

Mary let out a long ‘oh’ sound and then moved around Spark, circling him until he stopped in front of him. He opened the box and as soon as he saw the knife his eyes lit up. "That's pretty." Mary's voice was nothing more than a whisper. "Thank you so much, Spark!" He grinned as he pulled the ghoul into a hug with one hand, holding the present with the other.

oh to be a little dog sprinting at top speeds around the house with reckless abandon to release all the stress pent up from your extremely harrowing bathtime

“No thanks, I’m good-”, Marius started and turned towards the other man, “Well damn.. This is kinda weird now, I never expected my doppelgänger to hit on me”, he chuckled.

“Is it really?” Mary asked, furrowing his eyebrows. “You never had the fantasy of making out with yourself?” He meant it to lighten the mood, even adding a chuckle, but it would be a lie if he would deny that it weren’t his own thoughts. “I didn’t think I actually had a doppelgänger, to be honest.” Mary told him, tilting his head as he studied the other’s - his - face. 

“I mean we did make the agreement to keep it casual. But no one can control their feelings, you know?” He explained, glancing at her.

Mary listened to her suggestions and shrugged. “Yeah you know, I don’t really feel like playing the messenger for Aether. But I don’t think it’s going to be much of an issue anyway. Dewdrop isn’t exactly the romantic type. It’s all just speculation, really.”

“I know.” Mary sneered. “Well I told Aether that I’d be careful. Or more like, he told me to watch it.” He sighed. “I will handle it, don’t worry.”

She huffed and crossed her arms. “You better. I’d rather not have the antichrist die just because of some weird love triangle stuff going on.”

Mary snorted. “I really don’t think Aether will kill me over Dewdrop’s broken heart.” He told her and cackled at the thought of the big quintessence ghoul taking revenge on him for that.

“Oh yeah, sure you would. Guess I’d deserve it.” Mary replied, mirroring her smirk. 

“Well, yeah. I always see you right after you’ve been beaten up and I never have the satisfaction of actually seeing it happen.” She told him. “Tell me next time you’re planning to get beat up, I’ll bring popcorn.”

Mary chuckled. “I will make sure of that then. Anything to satisfy you, sugar.” He said teasingly.