He's annoyed by the fact that he isn't annoyed. T h r o w s h a r d e r .

"... you're not one, si?"

And he just watched in the shadows, eyes widened in shock. WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT--?

Hand. Oh god. Jesus, Mary. And Joseph. A fucking /hand/ came out of his mouth. Fuck fuck-- F U C K. O O O O O H F U C K . --

Can the being sense his nearby presence? He's literally lurking and stalking at them like a Shade at the moment.

Oh well. He'll be precautious then... Wonders if it'll catch the next coin he tosses. --

Snorts at that. Then keeps quiet. He just stalks...

Eyes widened even more, turning pale. Agh, fuck-- fuck... It reminds him of the-- no, no.. that's over. Don't think of it. "..." He gulps, nervously still hiding.

"Oh... you're scared of the ditches? Poor you..." He mischievously smirks.

"I'm afraid you're mistaken." A soft chuckle as he looked down and started toying with an old Fiorino coin.

A sharp glow of dark greens as he eyed him. "Really?" He raised an intrigued brow, flipping the coin then caught it precisely.

"I was just making sure. I have no plans turning into a...what do they call it now? 'Woofer'?"

"You've been deceived." He sadly sighs, blinking, eyes seem to reply with a faint glow of the evergreen hues. "...and yes I do."

"I'm not a /puppet/." His eye twitched, the glow momentarily igniting brighter. "I never met the one you're talking about. Not a single chance in my whole existence, Prophet."

His upright eyes then rolled about his head. He watched me a while, and then bent back his neck, And fell among the others, blinded, dead. #Inferno

The Inferno, Canto 5 #romanticism #dore

Purgatorio #romanticism #gustavedore

|| I think it's better if he's Daniel first . . . hmm . . . gonna remake his backstory and shit then. Hold on — gonna redo and revive ——— 😆😂