#moralscam

TAMASIN IS AN OPEN BOOK. HE'D like to think that he’s as open as he can be- and even if he wasn’t, it’d all come out in an outpouring of bottled emotions, ready to burst, ready to implode on himself. it’s not a matter of wanting to- he simply just can’t. so he’s honest, as much as he can be, but sometimes he doesn’t tell the full story. sometimes things are just better off left unsaid. ( some things are... unimportant- irrelevant to the situation at hand. and we both know what we know! ) 

so he keeps quiet. that’s all that he keeps mum for, for unnecessary tidbits that don’t particularly make a difference whether said or not. ( it’s not dishonesty if it doesn’t matter, right? )

magma devil frowns, in thought as he shakes his foot, and there’s a lull in the conversation as blue eyes flicker towards slate and away from. ( you sent the dogs after my scent? that’s fine! ) hero laughs, once- and then falls silent. 

“     ...i actually don’t really like chocolate.       “ 

beat.

“    I LOVE IT!!!     “

Tendrils of plants, bits of greenery && foliage was chopped away by her cutlass ( a WEAPON acting as a tool is sufficient enough.) yellow eyes are peeled , searching the ground for clues. ❛This is exactly why I never invite you.❜ EVER THE PRAGMATIC ONE, isn’t he? Slate sees the world as far as he can reach his grubby little fingers. LIKE ALWAYS, Phoebe wasn’t having it.

👻 -      Sometimes, she was approached by larger people in attempts to intimidate her, pick on her - or just being an asshole and cause a trouble. To her, it was way too easy to turn extra defensive, even if the situation didn’t require it: make them regret that choice, show she had some hidden claws and no fear to stand up for herself. Physically, small built Kylie was never a fighter - she was far better than punching away her problems, even if it sometimes felt like an easier solution. The words spoken by her were her spikes: a mild warning towards the stranger who eerily had approached her space for no apparent reason. There was just no denial, something how he behaved was translated off-putting  - nothing paranormal, but as a person, there was slight chime of alarm bells. She could make herself look bigger than she was by words, but anything she could really use as a final straw were quick feet, or a heavy bag of study books, and something extra she recently fetched from the very library, spread under her view: “Connection between occultism and urban legends”, “The Sun - an Eldritch god ” and “the Witches”.

             ❝ I thought I said beating up not straight out kill someone. Look, trying to intimidate me gets you nowhere. I got nothing but my books and a running deadline I’ve got to meet. ❞ She idly responded, giving him a raise of a brow before looking back down at the paper she worked on about the evidence they had had about the newest case. (One, which he had brushed). At least she hoped  ignoring him signaled a hint ‘I’m not fucking interested in chatting with you any longer’.