#nailfanged

 “Weeeell  .  .  .  I   guess   I   can   take   you   there!”   he   stated.   Tsukasa   raised   an   index   finger   and   pointed   towards   the   young   man.   “.  .  .  for   a   PRICE,”   the   boy   flashed   a   smirk.   “—And   just   so   you   know  .  .  .  I   don’t   really   grant   wishes   for   the   LIVING,   but   you   interest   me.”   Tsukasa   added.

It’s a usually touch and go thing with Bor when it comes to confrontation, but it all comes down to these categories!  If Bor caused the confrontation: They usually wanna try to talk things out even if they’re in the wrong or not. Less standoffish but if they feel threatened they will get cheeky mostly out of fear, heck even flee for a while till the things calm down before coming back to get things settled. They normally just test the waters by bringing up the topic, interacting with the person or thing, and etc.  If someone caused the confrontation: Bor will stay in the sidelines if they don’t see it as something that pertains to them or if they do like what they’re seeing by the off chance they’ll just watch it like any reality TV show. Free entertainment! Food they don’t gotta work for!  Sometimes they do use violence when times call for it and when they wanna be involved, which is most of the time? It’s quick in their eyes.  If a friend/loved one caused the confrontation: Will mostly stick with them and be at their side to deal with it. Depending on what it is, they’ll try to see this problem to the end and help them as much to their ability, and if their friends and loved ones will allow it. Though Bor will start to question things if something’s too off their moral standing, even if it’s already questionable.

It’s usually hard to find what this fella is disgusted about given what Bor rummage through. The obvious one is mint as a herb and mint-flavored/scented things. The others are the smell of walnut and feel of packing peanuts. The oil smell is usually very strong to them and it always stays in their nose for a full two hours and it’s enough to make this demon dry heave if exposed to lots of it.  Packing peanuts feels worse than sandpaper or steel wool cleaners; it’s unnatural, makes a weird crunching sound if squished, it clings onto things which makes things worse, and the peanuts make them incredibly itchy even if they have no allergies to the stuff.

— 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐒; actually laugh is too strong, too harsh for the breathy sound escaping her lips. it’s a titter at most. it’s not his fault, even – it’s only that dolores has heard so much talk of ghosts since she’s lived in this house. more than she ever heard in her life before moving to los angeles; “no, i don’t,” dolores replies: her face is visibly apologetic, “i didn’t mean to laugh, and i promise it isn’t at you! but i’ve been asked that question dozens of times since i’ve moved here, and i don’t understand why that is.”

“i walk alone among the falling stars.”

“I   mean  .  .  .  can   you   make   people   do   ANYTHING   you   want?   Can   you   teach   me?   Huh,   huh,   huh?”   he   pestered.   Of   course,   the   supernatural   had   nothing   but   IMMORAL   INTENTIONS   to   his   questions.   

Poor woman.

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