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At first she felt the instinct to flee,
to leave that place and never go
back, but she didn’t. The way he
put his hands out made her feel like
he meant no harm, and so she simply
hovered in place.
He surely was a curious thing and
Tooth’s curiosity always got the better
of her.
She looked around them at the mansion,
trying to see if there were any signs that
there were others staying there but found
none. It was such a big place. It was so…
Her eyes looked back to him and she
gave him a faint smile.
”…Are you all alone here?”
Slowly she flew a bit closer to him, head
tilting this way and that as she looked
over him.
”This is a beautiful home you have.”
As the other peered around, his eyes
followed suit; he inspected the projection
of the mansion, his portrayal of this...
new home. His home. Now, anyway.
His ideal setting: horrors and trickery
awaiting each turn. Paintings which
watched the woman with fiery eyes.
Ghosts which trailed around, slowly
forming a little circle about her--
reasonably distanced, but still quite near.
When she neared, the flame which
enveloped his skull flickered-- though,
not in any aggression or threat. His eyes
rose, interested. His waving hands lowered
to his sides as he returned the motion of
surveying her, this time with more clarity.
A sort of glee could almost be seen in
his expression. She was so... friendly.
To her question, he nodded: he was alone.
The joy in his expression faltered, though
it returned in a beat to the compliment.
His tone itself was quiet. Unused-- he
spoke very little. He hadn't reason to,
typically.
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