what a fresh scent; action (why did i type accent...)

[mongoosegrin]

[so.

this prolonged-darkness action. how goes it, Splendor? still braving the outdoors under that weird new sky?

well. perhaps you have estranged company, or maybe it's just coincidence he's there, but Alex absolutely cannot let a situation like this go without inspecting. he's not one for stealth, so spotting him now and then isn't difficult.

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[demonicbookworm]

[trying to go back home... but it's so dark!]

[demonicbookworm]

[Well, now he really is both scared and worried.]

A blade? W-what... does that mean?

[nothing good, for sure.]

[mongoosegrin]

It means I am used to cut. That is what sharp edges do, yes? You know this.

[a brief pause. he's really enjoying this, starting to ham it up a bit with all the ominous atmosphere he's got to play with.]

I cut monsters. And all the, eh...aberrations, you see? The foul things. It is a good thing I do.

[demonicbookworm]

B-but I... I'm not a monster... or a-anything like that...

[he is really close to the tears now, but tries his best to stay calm. He's backing away.

It'll be best to just get away from here.]

S-so... I... I'll be going now.

[mongoosegrin]

Going! [a chuckle.] Do you even know the way? Can you see?

[demonicbookworm]

W-well...

[...]

N-not... really...

[mongoosegrin]

No, not really... [feigned sympathy. he sighs, letting his feet slap the ground louder to announce his movement, coming to a stop right behind him, unguarded.]

What are you going to do, then?

[demonicbookworm]

[He turns around to face him, wondering for a moment.]

I'll just... try to find a way. I remember it perfectly well...

[... but in the darkness it's too easy to get lost.]

[mongoosegrin]

Ah.

[a beat.

then, with a light sigh, brightly:] Shall we, then?

[demonicbookworm]

[blinks]

"We"?!

[mongoosegrin]

Of course. [smiling.] It would be scary to walk alone, yes?

[demonicbookworm]

[but it's kind of scary to walk with you, too.]

B-but... it's okay. I-I'm not afraid of darkness.

[mongoosegrin]

Why would you be afraid of darkness? [SILLY.]

Only the things that lurk in it should be dangerous. Dark is just a, ehhh...[shrugging.] A state of things. It does nothing on its own, does it?

[demonicbookworm]

W-Well... you're right about that.

[fidgets.]

...B-but I'm not a-afraid of t-things like that, either.

[A lie... Ruca was never good at lying.]

[mongoosegrin]

How very brave. [how very patronizing.] Then shall I only accompany until I have returned to my own place to stay, hmm? It is, eh...coincidence if it happens to be long or short in the same direction.

[demonicbookworm]

B-but... it really isn't necessary... I-I'll be okay on my own...