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@entityforged ➤ random dialogue prompts   ➤ accepting

william said : i’ll sleep on the floor.

his gaze slides past william and fixes on the bed behind him, down to the hard patch of floor at its side, and back to him again. brows quirk, and his blink is slow and disbelieving.

⠀ ⠀❛     should i be offended right now ? i've never had someone this desperate not to sleep with me.     ❜

alright, so the bed isn't massive, but it's also the most comfortable thing in this entire apartment. he supposes he could be selfless and take the floor himself, but, well. it's not a trait he ascribes to for a reason.

"all right, i'll admit: i lost my cool." it was a bit of an understatement, even subin could admit to that. hurling a tight ball of dokkaebi fire at someone was far beyond the definition of "losing his cool." he shrugged. "the guy lived. maybe that'll teach him to keep his slimy hands to himself."

budding romance.

was that a compliment, or a complaint?

eden wiped a stray droplet of blood from her lower lip. how convenient it was to be friends with a little nurse who could not bear the idea of eden ever going hungry; these blood pouches pilfered from the hospital's blood bank were a blessing. she'd stuck a straw in the one she'd been nursing, drinking from it as though it was nothing but a juice box.

"alright, then, what's the issue?" cathan crossed his legs, eyes sharp and piercing. his brother was typically the one dealing with new clients, but luck did not seem to be on his side today. "as a heads-up, i will let you know that exorcisms and cleansing rites cost extra."

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“ so why’s it so important anyway? ” | questions.

like a deer caught in the headlights, woong turned to blink at gyeongjae. "uh, well... " why was it so important, indeed? gyeongjae did not want any help with the spirits inhabiting his home. in fact, he seemed rather content letting them be, which woong could certainly appreciate. he, too, felt terrible for disturbing ghosts as often as he did. some of them had already made peace with their existence and were of very little danger to anyone.

but the ones who didn't? woong couldn't in good conscience let them roam and potentially cause any harm.

"some of them are... well on their way of becoming malignant," he explained. "they might not hurt you, but it's still a risk to let them exist like this. they need to, uh... you know." woong gestured awkwardly. most spirits he encountered were not too difficult to guide into the afterlife, but this house? chock-full of energies, it was going to be quite the task.