@destructivemindset &&. SAID... "why is red such a common color on everyone?"
❝ uhh — ? ❞ there is actually a genuine reason for it. probably something to do with heritage and tradition — because demons are nothing if not absolute SUCKERS for conforming to whatever some dusty old fuck who lived before the invention of indoor plumbing decided was cool. ( they do wear a lot of red, though. even pale-ass alichino. ) in all likelihood, someone probably explained it in school; ruairi hadn't cared to remember — though in his defense, half of his education was dedicated to shoving which fork was meant for salad down his throat and whatever the fuck trigonometry is supposed to be. he supposes he could make up some sort of lie. he's always been good at that — sometimes it's easier than giving an actual answer, and that's even taking the phone sitting heavy in his pocket into consideration. yeah, we color code our wardrobes by the season. or maybe the classic on fridays we wear red. he's got all the charisma he needs to be an accomplished bullshit salesman.
and under ordinary circumstances, that's probably exactly what ruairi would do. ( plus, it would be FUNNY. which is a motivator unto itself. ) right now, he's a bit too preoccupied trying to figure out just what in styx's name he's actually looking at.
stick figure. doodlebob? did halloween come early this year or something? ❝ uhhhhhh? ❞ the demon repeats — really dragging the sound out to a degree that borders on annoying. how is he even talking without a mouth? no, scratch that — how is he doing anything with a head nearly as empty as malacoda? ruairi squints, shifting slightly to stare at the stranger from a different angle. he's well aware looking at him like this would probably be considered weird and rude, but politeness is for sad, boring losers who lack the confidence to conduct themselves however they please. ❝ what the fuck even are you, buddy? ❞ his tone is devoid of any disgust or condemnation — rather, it's something more akin to morbid curiosity. kind of cool. maybe he got spat out on this side of purgatory looking all warped and wrong? not like styx has much variety in terms of local fauna — and ruairi would bet a bottle of his favorite whiskey that nothing around here looks even remotely like THAT.
❝ so, like ... theoretically — could you stick your hand through your head? could someone use you like a hula hoop? ❞ hey, at least he's taking the opportunity to ask the really important questions.