Smoke it off | Yokai & Moros
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That was… fair. It made Moros realize that he was still thinking of Yokai as just another person, and he was forced to reconsider slightly. Logically, it made sense that someone like Yokai would prefer the company of someone unperturbed by perceived oddities. Moros couldn’t say he felt the same, really, but then he’d never been wholly comfortable conversing with anyone, regardless of their attitude toward him.
At least it was coming a little more easily now. It did help that Yokai had different expectations for conversational topics than most people. Moros didn’t have to try and maintain some pretense of normality. Yokai not looking at him constantly helped too. Most people were so intent on eye contact. It made his skin crawl.
Yokai seemed derisive of his suggestion, though privately Moros didn’t believe a word of what he said. If Yokai had done anything other than act the way he had, Moros would have vanished. He didn’t care enough to correct him, though. Instead he kept quiet, watching the water ripple in the aftermath of Yokai’s disturbance. When the water had smoothed out once more, he asked, “And when you’re not enjoying the peace? What do you do then?”
The question rips a chuckle from Yokai’s throat, it’s surprisingly sinister due to his tone. Well, it’s an understandable curiosity, he supposed. He invited it, so now the raven haired boy merely takes his time to think it through. The right way to say it, what to say, those things make him think for once in a longer while.
“Depends on my mood.” He ends up saying before he continues, it was a generally alright opening. “Sometimes I enjoy making others uneasy, savouring the fear in their eyes, the fear of the unknown and the occult. But other times.. Well, I prefer my company with less life in them. Those occasions are unpredictable, though.”
He takes a small breath of the cold night air before looking up to Moros yet again.
“And what about you?” It feels only fair to ask in return.
