#pentagramasks

Pirates of the Caribbean: At World’s End         

Pentagram made a face at the other, his nose curling a little, disgusted at the mere idea that someone thought he was wanting their forgiveness. The hybrid then gave a slight huff, amused by this person “ Who the fuck told you that I fucking care about getting forgiven for anything? What are you, the morality police? -fuck off.” He shoved the other then “ I ain’t got any fucking time to be dealing with people imagining I want their forgiveness. –What, are you going to kill me? Hah.” Makes a jerking off motion as he turns away from the other and starts to head the other way.

“I'M KIND BECAUSE I CHOOSE TO BE” PROMPTS

Gram made a face, the demon-witch sighed, a feeling of failure on his part washing over him. Though he imagined that was just the evil demon side. Which was a demanding...thing? He didn't know what to call it. But 'feeding the demon' on a diet of being hated was something he was prone to experiencing on average. Adjusting his head, he eyed the other “And, so, why don't you?” He asked, of course, he wasn't a bad person? Maybe? But then again, he was? Wasn't he? To be fair, he had never been too sure on what his alignment was. He just did what he wanted, and most of the time people didn't like that.

But he didn't live in the limitations of human perceptions. Sometimes, evil was more necessary. Sometimes it was fine just to live between the many shades of gray. He didn't need to impress others with being one side or another. Most people weren't, themselves, on one side or the other, either. Glancing toward Widget he smirked at the Pomeranian resting, delighted, on his right forearm at the moment “Should we care if they like us?” Eyeing the other person as he said this, as if tempting them more toward disliking him, an amused look on his face.

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