Punk or not, the guy looked about ready to fall asleep any second. Watching, the devil kept gently stroking the larger mass of hair, playing with it between his fingers.
“So, y’ain’t a punk then. Huh. What kindsa music d’ya like?”
And more importantly what are ya?
The ghoul just sort of leaned against Oren after a few minutes of this, nestling against him with a soft yawn. This felt nice... hardly anyone got close enough to feel how soft his hair was.
"I dunno, I might be. Might not be. And anything that catches my fancy, usually classical."











