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       something makes his whole mood shift.   his aura threatens to be painted in different colors, colder ones are beginning to seep through and cover any ray of yellow up, muddying the whole palette.   she doesn’t see it, but she can feel it, coming in waves.   at first, it’s in equal, regular ones, and then a ripple disturbs it all.   satana tilts her head, her own gaze becoming inquisitive, although he hasn’t even reached her yet, she turns back to see him…   lost, confused, startled even, maybe.   what has startled him so, she cannot pin point.   she heard nothing, felt nothing, so she lets it slide even for a little bit.   ❛ how come ? ❜   best to keep it simple and not to bring anything up, lest it’d make him even more closed. 

      the cat’s content with his little mischief and the results it brought so quick.   their guest   ——   on his toes.   all he’s doing is purring near bane’s legs, letting his tail wrap around it in a friendly manner ( no, he won’t be suspected as long as he keeps up with his appearances ), and pads alongside him like a faithful companion.   ha.   maybe i am here.  or over there.   arrogantly, exiter leaves his side and jumps onto a dresser nearby.   or maybe i am only something in.   your.   head !   exiter chuckles, the sinister sound echoes through every crevice.   the answer to this riddle is hidden in plain sight, though you may need to fiddle, to solve the question right.

      it’s when he trails off and never finishes his thought that satana really starts paying attention.   whatever is that caught bane’s attention, it must have been either very important, or unusual enough to suck in every drop of his attention.   ❛ bane ? ❜

          There’s the voice again---  not hers,  though he hears that too---  and it has him more and more UNSETTLED.   Bane holds himself together well,  but although his eyes don’t linger on her long,  there’s a look within them as he reaches Satana that speaks louder than any answer he could give;  a look that says he’s unsure of himself,  perhaps becoming more than a little startled.   A very firm grasp of reality is a precious thing to him,  because he’s lost it before.   In the past,  brought on by terrible things or even his own drugs,  reality has blended with constructs of the mind.   Hearing voices,  seeing things,  he’s been there before.   When the body is so ravaged by famine,  or has been so thoroughly RUINED that it’s pushed nearly to death,  sometimes one’s grip on reality starts to slip , farther and farther,  until they lose it entirely.

          Apparently,  he’s there again now.   His mind,  fortunately,  has never been entirely gone,  so he glances around the room only ONCE.   If no one is there,  he’ll give as little of his attention as possible to that aspect of all this.   Exiter is entirely ignored now,  in favor of Satana,  whose company helps,  but only so much.   After all,  his mind is now racing,  wondering if his mask has somehow stopped working properly,  giving him too much or too little ( though,  both options he knows are dubious,  due to both having other consequences,  which he’s not presently feeling ),  or something worse altogether.

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          ❝ Don’t PLAY,  Satana. ❞    Head shakes slowly,  something close to chastising,  while turning down the notion that he wants to check her undercrackers.   Still,  already he’s convinced her to give up the weapons she’d been concealing.   In a normal situation,  Bane wouldn’t bother,  but there are always exceptions---  his own weapons have already been put away.   The fact that Satana seems a little DEFENSIVE though,  is a bit of a cause for concern.   It makes it so that he’s not sure if she really is being entirely honest with him,  or if she’s just giving him a hard time for the fun of it.