white haired monster

@oletuslured​​      “ It is not of the intent to forget pain nor is it to forget certain harsh memories, no. Vera opts for a more typical use of Euphoria, a strong, pleasant scent to mask the scent of earth that stuck to a certain Gravekeeper’s clothes. Call her insensitive, but seeing as her own nose was /truly/ sensitive, it was a matter she could not leave untouched. She sprays the perfume in his direction, nose scrunched as she turns her head away from him. “You reek of dirt, Kreiss.”

                             the moment the perfume is sprayed in his direction he takes several steps away as the smell of it overwhelms his already sensitive senses. he’s wafting it away when the words hit him like a run away wagon coming down a hill. he REEKS of DIRT of all things !  how in the world could something so natural be described as reeking.

                            “    w-well excuse me for d-doing my job!    ” He snaps back in return, fingers curling and uncurling around the shovel, which he was sure if he put near her would earn him even more scorn, “    s-someone has to tend to the g-grounds around h-here and it looks like me and th-the gardener a-are the only ones willing!    ” He continues, unnecessarily, “    I’ll j-just let the flowers go t-to waste then and th-the grounds can smell of r - rotten petals !    ” And with that, he stalks off grumbling to himself about something else that reeks.

“Would you say you’re feeling gouda about it?”

@guiltburied​ : He is ruffling Andrew's hair as he walks past him before standing in front of him "I heard you were able to contain the hunter for two ciphers the previous match-- not bad! You are welcome for the tips Andy" (don't pay him attention skfbsjfnsk)

                         seeing who it is, Andrew does not even flinch as a gloved hand messes with his already rumbled hair. its taken time ( time and several outbursts from Andrew ) but as the sun rises to give way to the moon so does a new day and something more that Andrew can accept. thus, the ruffle of his hair does not cause a visceral reaction like it might with others. his fear of making contact with others is not gone, but Norton has played the long game that is building up that much needed trust up with him.

                        thus, peaking under Norton’s hand, he awaits to see any sign that Norton might be teasing him over his containment methods. he knows Norton could have gone for longer, much longer, but his chest did in fact swell with pride hearing one cipher pop -- then two cipher pop. ultimately, his legs had tired and he had been downed but through a successful waste of the Hunter’s time he was freed and they made it through the Gate only slightly scathed.

                        and it IS Norton’s tips that saved him so -- so the compliment is real. even if it does circle back to Norton patting his own back.