“I run away when I get slapped,” he playfully retorted, though still feeling the stinging sensation sizzling through his cheeks from that harsh incident. “That hurt, by the way.” Granted their first of many altercations ended up being memorable, however that specific one.. it simply rang a different bell, teaching him a valuable lesson on certain comments should get kept to himself. Despite that, he found her presence tolerable at times —- it was nice having someone that had magic within their blood as a friend, a thought he would not dare share with her. Features formed a scowl at distaste in her wanting to be buried within the grounds of Red Creek, finding the town too controversial for his liking to let his spirit linger after death. “I’m thrilled to see nothing has changed with your odd liking for cheese fries. ‘Least that’s one thing we have in common outside of necromancy. Continue eating them, it keeps the wrinkles away. Given that you’re here,” the elder responded, his blue hues shifted to his daughter to intertwine her fingers with Shelby’s own, groaning at the upcoming offer he began to extend out of pure kindness. “It’s hot. We’re hungry. They know you —- I can’t exactly leave without inviting you to eat hot wings, chicken nuggets, and french fries with us.” A curious brow lifted at the look of dismay from his daughter, forgetting to add one last thing. “Oh, right. Orange.. soda. Our new obsession. And I wouldn’t say I was hiding with them. Consider my disappearance booked and busy, or whatever these kids like to say nowadays. You’re doing it again. Y’know, being annoying.” A trait Shelby happened to excel in, prompting slight agitation. “You’re a therapist, right? How’s that going?”
“That’s the point,” she near sing-songed in return when he spoke of the essence of pain that came with such altercations, a more chesire grin seeping into the mien. Shelby was not one to revel in the trauma of others, especially under the guise that would go against her very career, but to say she wasn’t feeling even a sliver of accomplishment when it had come to slapping his smug expression from his lips.... well — she also wasn’t much of a liar. “Oh, you know, cheese fries, bacon cheeseburgers, it keeps me youthful. I think that’s the true secret to immortality, not magic and the like, just loads of greasy carbs.” A tease at her own gluttonous ways, pausing at the outright invitation that had slipped past Laurent’s lips; pausing as her expression half contorted to a more flummoxed bout. “I, oh,” a gauche chuckled slipped by, peering down at his daughter’s near anxious eyes when it came to the prospect of her joining them, a more quaint smile jumping onto her lips, ever the actress for his children. “Well I’d absolutely love nothing more.” Timbre of her voice took on a more jesting tone, despite the inquietude that ran rampant in her chest; their track record not exactly swell. “They should create an award, just for me, on account of that,” Shelby snickered near vainly, shrugging at the mention of her less than savory occupation, “Red Creek is notorious for bringing a revolving door of patients,” she nodded in conclusion, absentmindedly rolling her fingertips upon her palms. Death was a frequent turmoil in their town, bringing endless souls wandering into her office for means of assistance to what plagued them.
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