“ Just because I can hear you doesn’t mean I have to respond. “

     It’s a foolish and petulant response, one he didn’t give any consideration as he adjusts his umbrella once again.  The man an arms reach away was a grey, he knew that, he knew he knew that, but it didn’t keep him from holding the umbrella just a touch higher so it was over the grooms head as well rather then clipping through him.  He might as well be polite, and the image of things moving through greys was always a little unnerving.

“Well, conversing with the dead is witchcraft. People been burned at the stake for less.” (from brideglooms)

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Nico’s eyes tick to the side for a moment, a hint of amusement flashing through the corner of his mouth before it just as quickly vanishes. “I can just ignore you, if you would prefer that,” he drawls.

she can't hold back the scoff, air rushing up her throat and out before she can collect herself to keep it at bay. not that it much mattered — there was no chance north hadn't already come to the conclusion she could hear him without their usual filled sinks or milk baths or other water sources. and did it really matter if he was aware? of all the grays to find out, at least she knew this one sort of liked her.

...she thought so, anyway.

"that's where you and i are different," she told him as she scooped up her bag by one strap, slinging it over her shoulder. "i suspect everyone is a monster."