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Tipsy, she would consider herself to be tipsy. No more, no less. It is a habit of hers: the incessant denial of being drunk, too drunk to function. Seoah refuses to be categorized as incapable to act like a decent human being just because of a few glasses of soju. As long as she can return home by herself, it’s fine, even if it means staggering the entire way there and becoming a chatterbox to the spirits she can’t even see. 

Heavy eyelids threaten to close eyes shut with no guarantee of opening again. But Seoah is all ears to what Vanessa has to say. Since the conversation has taken an odd turn, the singer’s obstinate to stay awake, her head now resting on crossed arms and her hair cascading on the side, dangerously close to their stack of empty bottles. ❝ But aren’t aliens creatures of the night too? ❞ Perhaps not residents on their dear planet Earth, but that would be unfair to exclude them from the list. ❝ I still find it ridiculous. It’s not like they have the proper meals for our bovines. ❞ Nor do they have the right atmosphere and any other viable conditions for the cows to survive. ❝ And they didn’t think about how much those animals take space in their flying vessels. Talk about giving a better life to them. ❞ Of course, the singer is no expert in what’s supernatural. Her belief comes from the ones taught to her. Though she’s old enough to think independently, to develop her perspectives of things, she isn’t one to argue on matters deemed irrefutable. Easy to prove one’s existence, but the opposite? That’s unlikely. ❝ Just to make it clear. I do not own a pet cow. Just two adorable fluffy cats! Two! ❞ The blonde exclaims with pride, almost hitting the other with two fingers aimed at her. With alcohol running in her system, there’s a need to call it a night. Thank goodness the other female suggested it. However, her lips pucker into a pout, her hair flipped at the abrupt jolt of her head. ❝ Eh? Already? Do we have to leave nooooooooow? ❞ 

     Dorian makes his way down the stairs trying to figure out where the noise is coming from, it sounds like faint scratching, like there’s mice in the walls as he shines his flashlight toward the window and then down the hall. It moves with his light, moves as if it’s leading him somewhere else and he glances toward Vanessa, not wanting to wake her, it’d been hard enough to make her feel comfortable enough to sleep here. He can’t blame her though, even Charlie had warned him that it wasn’t a good idea to take her to the crime scene, a visit was one thing but to spend the night? It left her vulnerable to attacks, left her open to whatever still lingered there but Dorian had merely shook his head. He’d promised to protect her, swore he would as he walks down the stairs, glancing back toward the room once more. Whoever this killer was, they had to be found, had to be stopped before they murdered someone else as he glances around, flipping the switch on but the lights don’t respond. He can feel it, the chill in the air as he tries the switch again only for it to do nothing, no lights, no sounds, no electrical hum as he takes a step back up the stairs. This isn’t right, his light flashes around the room but the scratching he once heard is now distant, coming from above him, Vanessa. Dorian swears under his breath as he hurries back up the steps, his stomach churns as the hairs on the back of his neck begin to stand on end.

     There is no running from this, whatever t h i s is. He knows he can’t run no matter how badly he feels like he’s been placed in some twisted horror movie. Ghosts were not something to play around with, Charlie had made that much clear throughout his years of living with them, but now as he’s confronted with using them to solve a case; he almost wishes he’d never learned they were real. He moves into the room just in time to hear her scream and he snarls loudly as he uses the moonlight to find her form, wrapping her in his arms, takes the punches to his shoulder in stride before he’s chuckling. Adrenaline races through him and he flips the flashlight around, ready to use it as a weapon… against what though? He can’t see them, can’t feel them like Charlie and Vanessa can and it makes him feel useless as he watches the lights flick on, “oh now you turn on,” he mutters under his breath as he glowers around the room.  Her voice echoes off the walls and he gives her an apologetic look as he nods his head, shrugging out of his jacket as he slips it over her slender frame. “I know I know I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have put you in this position in the first place I just… I wasn’t thinking.” Dorian admits as he gently brushes her hair back from her features. He deserves it, deserves to be yelled at and hit as his frown deepens at the sound. He can’t see whatever it is but he can sure as hell rule out what it’s not.

“You know, a fake friend would tell you that you look stunning right now, which you are, so i feel like its my duty, as a real friend, to tell you that those shoes would look so much better with a different outfit.”  Shigo grinned cheekily, “Perhaps you should pick the black ones instead? Unless you really want to rock this style, if so, i’m all for it.” 

the idea of going into an abandoned building first came about to leviara when she read about it a few days ago & most of her friends were too chicken to follow her into a place littering with a pandemonium of lost and / or troubled souls . there was something about the alien that naturally attracted these types of supernatural & she can’t exactly place a reason on why , though she tends to narrow it down to the idea that she’s not of this world and the boredom of these wandering entities is lifted whenever she passes them by . so of course leviara wishes to explore an abandoned building ; there’s a certain vigour burning inside her encouraging her to do such a dangerous task ! head whips over her shoulder to ensure that vanessa — a dear friend of hers — is alright as these floorboards may collapse on them at any moment & she would rather not frighten her with any teleportation just to catch the woman from falling onto a concrete floor . then she turns back around , walking on forward albeit with a sense of caution . it’s dark in here even with the use of a flashlight and her face doesn’t deserve to get ruined by a wall .

the feeling of souls surrounding her and making their presence known raises goosebumps on any bare skin found on her arms & while it’s not uncomfortable , it’s crystal clear to her that the chances of malevolence being in attendance is actually quite high . should they be here ? probably not . but satisfaction brought back the cat ! that’s the only excuse she has , the female had thought , as she slipped away into the darkness to take a glance around on her own ; feeling cold spots and hot spots as she did so while briefly hearing her nickname being called . during that time , she thought that perhaps she could tease her friend with a brief prank ! so , after deciding that it was dark enough to teleport from one place to another , she had landed a short distance away from vanessa with lips curled into a mischievous smirk , completely shut up in order not to make any noise that would alert the other that she’s behind her .

the kindness of strangers. ( accepting. )

        HIS VISION SHATTERS ONTO TILED GROUND. Several people buzzed around them but the foreigner had his eyes set on the pieces of glass that still shook around the black frame trim. One single heavy breath pours out of his throat as he collects himself to lean down and rest on a knee, attempting to get a closer look of the mild mess collected by worn boots. For a moment, Kit pokes around bits of shards while dry chuckles start to bloom from the depth of his mouth and gradually, he looks up at the culprit.

        “Now you need to buy me a new pair.”

        FEATURES LACKED AMUSEMENT. Even more so, as he began to stand and then, cross both arms over a broad chest. Kit looks at her directly, lips pursing slightly to ensure she knew he was displeased, until the charm of his smile took over. Soon, laughter bubbles out of the male in hearty notes, a single hand gripping her shoulder briefly before giving it a shake. “I’m kidding! Honestly, I’ve got more than enough at home, don’t worry about it. You were coming in quick, I must say. Gotta brush up on my reflexes if we’re to cross paths again, hn.” Kit dips into an eyesmile, nothing like the expression he had on prior; he was no stranger to grim expressions but he had a joking tone whenever the moment might call for it. After he’s back on his knees, the male starts gathering shards that were visible, each resting on the center of his palm carefully as to not let them dig into any bit of skin, though while he’s doing so, fear that he might’ve actually distressed her with his initially irritated reaction started to take form in an apologetic smile from his place below, chiming in nonchalantly when eyes meet once again.

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